Chapter 63 Quickly Transmigrate! Conquer Michael and Lucifer (10)
After the warning light, the atmosphere around became depressing, as if even the air had frozen.
Feng Ziang looked around vigilantly and gripped the sword in his hand tighter.
A sense of uneasiness spread, making him feel as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and his back went cold.
The forest was quiet. The fallen leaves made a rustling sound, and the wind blew through the treetops, making a low howling sound, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching them in secret.
Michael lowered his head with a frown, as if he was thinking about something. His face was paler than before and his lips were pressed into a straight line.
Suddenly, Ares appeared again, with a sneer on his face and a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.
"It seems that the heavens have run out of patience with you." His voice was icy cold, like a death warrant from hell.
Before he finished speaking, Ares' figure turned into a shadow, faster and more powerful than before. The long sword in his hand carried the unique power of heaven, exuding a suffocating pressure.
Feng Ziang only felt a huge pressure coming towards him, as if a mountain was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He did not dare to be careless and quickly swung his sword to block, but Ares' attack came down like a storm, making it difficult for him to deal with it.
Michael also sensed the danger. He raised his head and the air around him seemed to freeze, making him feel extremely depressed.
Feng Ziang felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and his movements became slower and slower. He knew that he couldn't go on like this.
"Michael!" Feng Ziang shouted, trying to seek help.
However, at this moment, Ares found a loophole and stabbed Feng Ziang in the chest with his sword...
"No——" Michael exclaimed.
Feng Ziang was unable to dodge, and the tip of Ares' sword cut through his clothes, leaving a deep bloody mark on his chest.
He groaned, staggered back a few steps, and almost fell.
The bright red blood instantly dyed the fallen leaves on the ground red, which was shocking to the eyes.
"Zi'ang!" Michael exclaimed, extremely anxious.
He wanted to rush over to help, but he was cautious and could only stand there anxiously, his hands clenched into fists and his lips bitten until they bled.
Seeing this, Ares sneered: "You overestimate your own abilities!" He swung his sword at Feng Ziang again, and every move was fatal.
Feng Ziang endured the pain and tried his best to resist.
He felt his consciousness begin to blur and everything in front of him became distorted.
Is this where I have to end it today?
He was somewhat unwilling, and a strong desire to survive surged in his heart.
"My life is in my own hands!" Feng Ziang roared, and suddenly burst out with powerful strength. The sword in his hand was like a flash of lightning, slashing towards Ares fiercely.
Ares was knocked back several steps by this sudden force. He never imagined that an injured messenger of God could burst out with such powerful force.
Michael saw Feng Ziang's stubbornness
Feng Ziang took advantage of the victory and attacked Ares with his sword again, his moves were fierce and merciless.
Ares was defeated step by step, thinking to himself that something was wrong.
"Michael, I..." Feng Ziang just wanted to take this opportunity to tell Michael the truth, but was interrupted by Ares...
Ares was a little confused by Feng Ziang's outburst. He thought that this messenger of God might have taken drugs to be so powerful.
Just as he was about to launch another attack, an even stronger intimidating force suddenly came from the sky, causing the three people present to feel their scalps tingling.
It felt like the mute button was suddenly pressed, and everything around me became heavy and depressing.
Michael covered his head in pain. The color on his face faded completely, as if he was going to faint in the next second.
He clenched his teeth tightly, as if enduring great pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.
Feng Ziang was so distressed when he saw him like this that he quickly stepped forward to support him, with a hint of anxiety in his tone: "Are you okay? What happened?"
The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. The thick clouds made it hard for people to breathe. There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the air, as if the end of the world had come.
The flashes of lightning in the dark clouds indicate that a storm is about to come and that a bigger crisis is about to break out.
Feng Ziang saw this and knew that he could no longer sit there and wait for death. He gritted his teeth, and the spiritual power in his body circulated wildly. A powerful energy exploded from his body, forming a golden barrier that enveloped him and Michael.
This energy carried a sacred aura and resisted the powerful intimidation of the heavens.
Michael looked at Feng Ziang in surprise. Feng Ziang's eyes were firm at this moment, and he was protecting him tightly like a guardian angel.
The sense of oppression around him seemed to ease a little, but Feng Ziang knew that this was just the calm before the storm.
"We have to find a safe place quickly, and you tell me the truth." Feng Ziang took Michael's hand, his tone urgent. However, before they could take a few steps, Ares appeared with a group of new helpers. They all had a strong aura and it was obvious that they were not good people.
Feng Ziang clenched his fists angrily.
Ares and his helpers slowly surrounded Feng Ziang and Michael in the middle. The trees around them seemed to be trembling, and even the wind stopped.
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