Chapter 72: Conquering Michael and Lucifer (72)
The power of the ban was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, as if teasing them, and sometimes as if testing their determination.
Feng Ziang felt his consciousness begin to blur, and everything in front of him became distorted.
Just when he was about to collapse, Michael's voice rang in his ears: "Zi'ang, think about heaven, think about our mission!"
Michael's voice was like a thunder, instantly waking Feng Ziang from his chaos.
Yes, he can't give up!
He shoulders the mission of heaven, and he will return to heaven with Michael!
"Let's fight!" Feng Ziang roared, and released the last bit of his divine power.
At this moment, Feng Ziang suddenly felt a strange power coming from the artifact. This power was completely different from the power of prohibition and was full of vitality.
His heart moved, and a bold idea emerged in his mind.
He did not continue to try to break the ban, but instead connected his own divine power with this strange power.
"Zi'ang, what are you doing?" Michael was shocked when he noticed Feng Zi'ang's actions.
Feng Ziang did not answer. He closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the power.
He felt his body changing, a powerful force surging within him.
"Believe me!" Feng Ziang said in a low voice.
Michael was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
He knew that now he had no choice but to trust Feng Ziang.
Feng Ziang's body began to emit a dazzling light. The light became stronger and stronger, and finally illuminated the entire space.
The power of the ban actually began to slowly fade away in the face of this light...
"What's going on?" An angry voice sounded in their ears, "Who is it?!"
"It's done!" Feng Ziang suddenly opened his eyes. He could feel a warm and powerful force continuously flowing into his body from the artifact, making him feel full of strength.
Michael also felt this power. His pale face regained a hint of redness and his golden eyes flashed with excitement.
The artifact is finally in hand!
It was a long sword that radiated a soft white light, with a dazzling gem inlaid on the hilt. It did not look sharp, but it gave people a sense of sacred and inviolable power.
It hung quietly in the air, emitting warm light and dispelling all the darkness in the castle.
The air around became fresher, as if even the air was filled with hope.
The little demons that had originally shrank in fear because of the restrictions also poked their heads out and looked at the sudden light curiously.
They had never seen such a holy light before, and this light made them feel a long-lost peace.
Feng Ziang held the artifact tightly in his hand, feeling the power it transmitted to him.
He felt as if he had been reborn, his whole body was filled with strength, and the injuries he had previously suffered from the restrictions were also quickly recovered with the nourishment of the power of the artifact.
"This feeling... is so great!" Feng Ziang couldn't help but shouted excitedly, his voice filled with joy.
"It is indeed very powerful." Michael also nodded. He felt the power brought by the artifact and felt full of confidence.
However, before they could be happy for too long, a strong sense of oppression suddenly descended, shaking the entire space.
"Who?!" The roar was like a roar from hell, making people's eardrums hurt.
The originally calm sky was instantly covered by dark clouds, and black lightning streaked across the sky like the devil's claws.
A strong demonic energy descended from the sky, and the surrounding air became sticky, making people feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.
"Lucifer..." Michael's expression turned serious. He could feel that Lucifer was really angry this time.
Lucifer descended on the ruins, his long black hair flying under the instigation of demonic energy, and his scarlet eyes were like burning flames, filled with anger and murderous intent.
"My artifact!" Lucifer roared, his voice like thunder, echoing throughout the castle, "You all deserve to die!"
He stretched out his hand, and demonic energy surged towards Feng Ziang and Michael like a tide, as if to devour them completely.
Feng Ziang and Michael looked at each other, and they knew that a fierce battle was about to begin.
Fengzi held the divine weapon tightly in his hand, and the sword emitted an even brighter light, colliding with Lucifer's demonic energy, making a crackling sound.
Michael was not to be outdone. He spread his white wings, and the golden light was like the sun, shining together with the divine weapon, dispelling the darkness around him.
"Haha, you're finally here!" Feng Ziang sneered, he raised the weapon in his hand and pointed it at Lucifer from a distance.
"Let's fight!"
Dark clouds covered the city, violent winds howled, and the demonic energy was like rolling ink, making the ruined castle even more gloomy.
Lucifer was suspended in the air, his scarlet eyes were like two will-o'-the-wisp fires, fixed on the artifact in Feng Ziang's hand.
The demonic energy surging around him seemed as if it could transform into a ferocious beast ready to devour anyone at any time.
"My artifact!" Lucifer's voice was like the funeral knell of hell, making Feng Ziang's eardrums buzz.
The demons lurking around were also ready to make a move. They let out creepy growls and stared greedily at the artifacts in the hands of the two men, as if they were going to rush up and snatch them away in the next second.
"What a grand scene! If you don't know, you might think it's some large family reunion ceremony." Feng Ziang teased with forced composure, but his palms were sweating unconsciously.
This kind of pressure is no more than Mount Tai pressing down on you!
"Feng Ziang," Lucifer's voice suddenly slowed down, with a hint of temptation, "You belong here. Powerful strength, supreme authority, this is what you deserve. Submit to me, share this demon world with me, and I can give you everything you want."
Shared Demon World?
Feng Ziang's heart shuddered.
The picture painted by Lucifer is so tempting, the pinnacle of power, the ultimate strength, everything that was once out of reach seems to be within reach.
He subconsciously looked at Michael, but saw that he was staring at him nervously, his eyes full of worry and uneasiness.
"Zi'ang, don't believe his lies!" Michael's voice trembled a little, "We are shouldering the mission of heaven..."
Feng Ziang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
On one side is the common mission with Michael and the future of heaven; on the other side is the tempting picture painted by Lucifer and the supreme power.
The two forces collided violently in his heart, tearing at his sanity.
"Feng Ziang, my patience is limited." Lucifer's voice turned cold again, "Make your choice."
Feng Ziang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes showing a determination to face death. He tightly grasped the artifact in his hand and said word by word: "I will never surrender!"
Lucifer raised his lips in a cruel arc: "If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished by drinking the wine!"
Before he finished speaking, he flashed and appeared in front of Feng Ziang like a ghost, with his sharp black claws going straight to his heart.
Feng Ziang hurriedly raised the magic weapon to block it, but he felt an overwhelming force coming at him, which made his palm numb and the magic weapon almost slipped out of his hand.
"Zi'ang!" Michael shouted in surprise, flapping his wings and joining the battle...
Michael tried his best to protect Feng Ziang behind him. His white wings were stained with a little black magic energy, and the light was dimmed a little.
"Michael, don't you understand?" Lucifer said with a hint of sarcasm, "Your so-called loyalty will only hurt you in the end."
"Shut up!" Michael roared, and the golden light in his hand suddenly surged, forcing back the surrounding evil spirit a little.
He took Feng Ziang's hand and said, "Let's go!"
The two of them turned into two streams of light and quickly flew towards the heaven.
However, would Lucifer let them go so easily?
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