Chapter 50 Quickly Transmigrate! Conquer Michael and Lucifer (41)
The air was filled with a damp and decayed smell, mixed with a faint smell of blood, which made people shudder.
"Haha, you are just trying to be mysterious!" Feng Ziang sneered and ignored the sinister voice. His feet were moving so fast that he seemed like a whirlwind.
He is not a flower in a greenhouse. These little tricks may be used to scare others, but there is no way to scare him.
At the same time, the fighting on the battlefield has become increasingly intense.
Michael is like a tireless god of war, the holy sword in his hand cuts through the sky, and every swing carries destructive power.
The holy light and demonic energy intertwined, colliding in the air to create a dazzling light.
With a twisted smile on his face, Cain kept attacking Michael like a bloodthirsty devil.
Lucifer is like a cold-blooded hunter, standing by and waiting for his chance to strike, like a poisonous snake lurking in the darkness, waiting to deliver a fatal blow.
"Michael, you'd better surrender!" Cain screamed, his voice as hoarse as a broken bellows, "How long do you think you can hold on? Your comrades are nothing but ants!"
Michael ignored Cain's provocation. He just held the holy sword tightly in his hand, with flames burning in his eyes.
His sword glowed brightly, and every swing of it pushed back Cain's attacks.
He knew very well that Lucifer's target was himself, and Cain was just a pawn of Lucifer.
"Michael, you are destined to fail today!" Lucifer finally moved. His figure appeared in front of Michael in an instant like a ghost.
The black demonic energy surged in like a tide, as if to devour everything.
Michael gritted his teeth and he had to persevere in order to protect everything he cherished, even if it meant his death.
His holy sword once again burst out with dazzling light, like the scorching sun, instantly dispelling the surrounding evil spirit.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, Michael was knocked back several steps by Lucifer. He knelt on one knee with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes remained firm, and he stood up again, holding the sword tightly.
At this moment, a crisp sound of breaking through the air came from deep in the passage, followed by a familiar voice: "Hey, what's going on? A gang fight? Take me with you!"
Feng Ziang's figure flashed by like lightning, and in the blink of an eye he was beside Michael.
He held onto Michael, who was about to fall, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
Michael saw Feng Ziang,
"I'm coming. I have to come. How can I be absent from such an exciting team battle?" Feng Ziang grinned, revealing his white teeth.
He turned to look at Lucifer and Cain, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Come on, let's team up to fight the boss, who goes first?"
When Lucifer saw Feng Ziang, his face suddenly darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Feng Ziang, you're finally here!"
"Yeah, sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time. There was a traffic jam on the road." Fengzi shrugged with an innocent expression on his face.
"You're looking for death!" Lucifer roared, and black demonic energy rolled around him like a volcano about to erupt.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't get excited, don't get excited, getting angry will easily cause wrinkles." Feng Ziang said with a smile. He helped Michael to a safe place, then turned around and faced Lucifer, "Come on, let me see how powerful you are."
Feng Ziang and Michael stood back to back, their powers seemed to merge together to form a powerful aura, and the air around them seemed to solidify.
"Let's attack together!" Feng Ziang shouted, and the long sword in his hand burst out with dazzling light, like a flash of lightning, cutting through the sky.
Michael followed closely behind, his holy sword carrying a divine light, like a meteor, cutting through the darkness.
Feng Ziang and Michael worked together seamlessly. Their attacks were like a violent storm, pouring down on Lucifer and Cain.
Lucifer and Cain were beaten back.
"Damn it!" Lucifer roared, and the evil energy in his body became even more violent, as if it wanted to devour everything around him.
"Michael, let's go!" Feng Ziang grabbed Michael's hand and broke out to a safe area.
"Want to leave? Not that easy!" Lucifer roared, he turned into a black shadow and chased after Feng Ziang and Michael.
"Want to chase us? You're dreaming!" Feng Ziang sneered, and the long sword in his hand burst out with dazzling light again, forcing Lucifer back.
"Feng Ziang..." Lucifer looked at Feng Ziang and Michael fighting side by side, "Feng Ziang, you fucking bastard!" He growled with gritted teeth, his voice filled with unwillingness and resentment.
"Tsk tsk tsk, are you angry because of humiliation?" Fengzi smiled arrogantly, but the sword in his hand did not relax at all, and a sharp sword energy slashed directly at Lucifer.
Michael followed closely behind, his holy sword shining brightly, and coordinated with Feng Ziang's attack, pouring down like a storm.
Lucifer was forced to retreat again and again by this violent attack, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in the black demonic energy erupting from his body, as if it was the end of the world.
"Oh my god, is he going to use his ultimate move?" Feng Ziang felt the growing pressure in the air and exchanged glances with Michael. The two of them were in sync and quickened the pace of their attacks once again.
The holy sword and the long sword shone together, their lights intersected, and the evil spirit dissipated wherever they passed.
Cain was soon unable to hold on under their violent attack and fell to the ground like a torn sack, with fear and unwillingness written all over his face.
"Ah! Lord Cain!" When the remaining angels saw this scene, they were like chickens with blood injected, and they cheered deafeningly.
On the battlefield, it seems that the dawn of victory has arrived.
"Don't be happy too soon!" Feng Ziang did not let down his guard. He felt the increasingly strong magical fluctuations from Lucifer. This was definitely not the end, but the calm before the storm.
Just as they were preparing to retreat with the joy of victory, something unexpected happened.
Lucifer was like a black hole swallowed by darkness and disappeared instantly.
The entire battlefield was suddenly plunged into a suffocating darkness, and the air was filled with an unsettling atmosphere.
"Be careful, he's going to cause trouble!" Feng Ziang warned Michael in a low voice. The long sword in his hand once again emitted a dazzling light, illuminating a small space around him.
However, this light seems so insignificant in this endless darkness.
"...Feng Ziang, you..." Michael was about to say something, but found that he could not make a sound.
Darkness surged in like a tide, instantly engulfing everything on the battlefield.
Feng Ziang felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. He could not see his hand in front of him, and the only sounds in his ears were the whistling wind and his own pounding heartbeat.
This darkness was not just visual, it was also a kind of coldness that penetrated deep into his bones, as if it was going to freeze his soul as well.
"Michael!" Feng Ziang shouted, his voice sounding particularly weak in the darkness.
No response.
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