Chapter 67 Quickly Transmigrate! Conquer Michael and Lucifer (67)
This is a great disgrace!
"It's interesting." Lucifer licked his lips, "But, that's it!"
Lucifer roared and raised his hands high. Endless dark power gushed out from his body and rushed towards Feng Ziang and Michael like a tide.
The dark power quickly gathered and surrounded the two people, forming a huge black sphere.
Inside the black sphere, the darkness was as thick as ink and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.
Feng Ziang and Michael felt that it became difficult to breathe. An invisible sense of oppression enveloped them, as if they were in the deep sea and could be crushed by the huge water pressure at any time.
"Haha, feel the despair!" Lucifer's voice came from all directions, as eerie and terrifying as a ghost.
"In this dark realm, your power will be infinitely suppressed, and my power will be infinitely amplified! You are dead!"
Feng Ziang and Michael stood back to back, looking around vigilantly.
There seemed to be countless dangers hidden in the darkness, which could deal them a fatal blow at any time.
"Michael..." Feng Ziang said in a low voice.
"Um?"
"Are you ready?" Feng Ziang's voice contained a hint of determination.
"Of course." Michael clenched the holy sword in his hand, his eyes firm.
"Then..." Feng Ziang took a deep breath, "Let's get started!"
In the dark realm, Feng Ziang had an evil smile on his face, like an awakened god of war, and the weapon in his hand burst out with unprecedented light.
"It's time to cheat!" He growled, and the golden light of the artifact suddenly surged, like the scorching sun, tearing apart the surrounding darkness.
"Shit, this light is too bright!" The demons watching the battle were instantly blinded and cried out in surprise.
This is not the light of a divine weapon, it is simply a walking light bulb, illuminating the entire demon world.
Feng Ziang held the divine weapon in his hand and rushed towards Lucifer with an unstoppable momentum like a cannonball.
His figure was as fast as lightning, and every step he took was in the void, leaving behind golden afterimages.
"This kid, did he use a blood-locking cheat?" Lucifer looked at Feng Ziang as if he had used a cheat, and a trace of fear rose in his heart.
He never imagined that this human, who was like an ant in his eyes, could burst out with such powerful strength.
Seeing this, Michael raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Zi'ang, I'm here to help you!" The holy sword in his hand also burst out with dazzling light, echoing Feng Zi'ang's weapon.
Feng Ziang and Michael's eyes met in the air. The trust and love in each other's eyes were like a burning flame, igniting each other's fighting spirit.
"For you, everything is worth it." Michael whispered, his tone gentle but firm.
The two of them stood back to back, like comrades fighting side by side, or like lovers supporting each other.
In this crisis-ridden environment, the love that burst out of them seems to give them endless strength.
"To hell with this darkness!" Feng Ziang roared again, and he poured all his strength into the artifact.
The artifact instantly burst out with an even more terrifying light, a huge golden beam of light, like the sickle of the god of death, slashed towards Lucifer fiercely.
"No!" Lucifer roared unwillingly. He tried to use the power of darkness to resist the dazzling light, but everything was in vain.
The golden beam of light instantly broke through his defenses like a rotten wood, and hit him heavily with a force that could destroy the world.
Lucifer was like a kite with a broken string. He was beaten back step by step. Finally, he let out a scream and disappeared into the darkness.
"We won!" Feng Ziang and Michael hugged each other and celebrated this hard-earned victory.
Feng Ziang was about to say something when he felt an inexplicable chill coming from behind him. The hairs on his body instantly stood up...
The chill was no illusion.
Before Feng Ziang could open his mouth, a sharp voice broke the brief silence: "The duck is in your mouth, and you still want to fly?" Mammon, the notorious treasure hunter in the demon world, reappeared like a maggot on the heel, and his greedy eyes were fixed on the artifact in Feng Ziang's hand, as if he couldn't wait to take it for himself.
"Heh, it's you again! Your ghost is still lingering!" Feng Ziang sneered, tightly grasped the magic weapon, and divine power surged throughout his body.
Michael stood beside him, his wings slightly spread. The holy light and the divine power in Feng Ziang complemented each other, forming an indestructible barrier.
Mammon licked her lips. These demons were huge, with knotty muscles, and their sharp fangs and claws flashed cold light, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Fuck, what the hell is this?!" Feng Ziang couldn't help but curse. Even though he was a veteran, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.
"There are too many of them. We will get nothing if we fight head-on." Michael said in a deep voice, with a hint of solemnity in his tone.
They stood back to back, the light emitted by the artifact seemed particularly dazzling among the demons, like a candle flickering in a storm, which could go out at any time.
Mammon stood behind the group of demons with a sinister smile on her face, as if she had foreseen the disastrous defeat of Feng Ziang and Michael.
He gazed greedily at the artifact, as if it were already in his pocket.
"Hand over the artifact obediently, and you will suffer less physical pain!" he shouted arrogantly, his tone full of mockery.
"Go for your Spring and Autumn dream!" Feng Ziang roared, and the light of the artifact surged, dispelling some of the darkness around it.
He took a deep breath, and scanned the demon army in front of him with a cold gaze, observing the movements of the demon group calmly...
"It seems like we have to use our ultimate move."
Feng Ziang calmly observed the group of demons and found that although these demons were huge in size, they moved slowly.
He whispered to Michael, "You attract their attention, and I will attack from the rear!" Michael nodded slightly, and the two of them had a tacit understanding.
"Michael, spread the holy light!" Feng Ziang gave an order, and Michael's wings spread out. Holy light surged out like waves, illuminating the dark space around.
The demons took a few steps back at the sudden light.
"Go!" Feng Ziang took advantage of this gap and rushed to the rear of the group of demons like a flash of lightning.
His speed was so fast that he even left a trail of afterimages in the air.
The demons had no time to react. The artifact in Feng Ziang's hand flashed a dazzling light, and sharp light blades cut the demons into pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Mammon stood in the distance, her face livid and her eyes flashing with angry flames.
He didn't expect Feng Ziang's tactics to be so sophisticated that he could break the demons' formation so quickly.
This can't go on any longer!
Mammon made a secret decision in his heart. He took a deep breath, and the devilish energy in his body surged, transforming into a giant black-winged demon.
"You bunch of trash, come at me!" Mammon roared and rushed towards Feng Ziang himself. His wings flapped, bringing up a gust of wind that swept the surrounding demons in.
Feng Ziang felt this strong aura, his expression remained unchanged, the divine weapon in his hand shone brightly, and he rushed forward to meet it.
The light of the artifact and Mammon's demonic energy collided in the air, making a deafening sound. The space seemed to be torn apart, producing twisted cracks.
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