Seeing the priests lying in pools of blood, Mu Hanyan felt no sympathy. The last shred of pity in her heart had vanished with the shouting of Fei Changle and the others. Since they were unrepentant and determined to take her life, why should she sympathize with them?
"Mu Hanyan, this is all your fault?" How could Zhao Xinghong not hear the sarcasm in Mu Hanyan's words, and roared with his eyes wide open.
The hunting trials in the Continent of Gods have a history of hundreds of thousands of years. He has never heard of a strange beast taking revenge so violently. Moreover, why would it take revenge on Zhao Xinghong, and at this critical moment?
Most importantly, those strange beasts chased and slaughtered his priests almost frantically, but never approached Mu Hanyan and the others, as if they didn't exist. Even a fool could guess that the appearance of these strange beasts must be related to Mu Hanyan.
"So what? Do you still want to find someone to redress your grievances?" Mu Hanyan smiled slightly, and the smile contained sarcasm and contempt.
In her eyes, Zhao Xinghong was already a dead man, so there was no need to hide anything.
"Mu Hanyan, I will kill you!" Hearing Mu Hanyan's unscrupulous admission, Zhao Xinghong was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot and he slashed with his sword.
The azure sword light pierced through the sword and then suddenly exploded, like a piece of falling petals and leaves caught in a gust of wind, or like a giant eagle covered with azure scales, swooping down towards Mu Hanyan. Although it was only a piece of falling petals and leaves, each one contained the power to split gold and shatter stone.
As the eagle flew by, a sharp scream was heard in the air, as if even the space was cut into countless pieces.
Despite being in a desperate situation, the priests under Zhao Xinghong couldn't help but glance at him out of the corner of their eyes when they heard the shrill scream.
Obviously, Zhao Xinghong was using the Law of Life. Compared to other laws, the Law of Life's attack power was much weaker, but if cultivated to the extreme, it was still astonishingly powerful and continuous, and was more effective in protracted battles than other laws.
Unless Mu Hanyan can break Zhao Xinghong's magic in one fell swoop, she will be killed by delaying.
Their already desperate hearts finally felt a little relieved and there was a glimmer of hope again.
Unfortunately, their hope did not last long and soon vanished again.
"Eight Wastelands, the gods fall!" Mu Hanyan shouted, and the Hanxiao Sword finally took action.
A flaming spear appeared out of nowhere and pierced into the giant eagle's chest almost unhindered.
"Boom!!!" With a loud bang, the giant eagle exploded like a fireball, turned into a meteor shower, and disappeared in the wind.
The magic was broken, and Zhao Xinghong was shocked and retreated repeatedly, his face turned pale.
"No, this is impossible!" Zhao Xinghong shouted in shock.
The priests under him were also equally shocked. Mu Hanyan actually broke Zhao Xinghong's magic in one fell swoop. How was this possible?
As far as they knew, Mu Hanyan was only a seventh-rank Divine Heart Priest. Compared with Zhao Xinghong, a tenth-rank Divine Heart Priest at the peak of his power, she was simply one on earth and the other in heaven. Moreover, after coming to the Black Wood Priest, her strength would be affected. How could she possibly break Zhao Xinghong's magic in one fell swoop?
It was during this brief moment of surprise and distraction that several more priests fell under the claws of the strange beast, and before they died they let out screams full of confusion and despair.
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