As the object flew out, it emitted a powerful aura of light and suddenly crashed into a certain space.

The light disappeared, and there seemed to be a crack in the air.

The crack slowly opened, and a brighter, purer, and more sacred aura emanated from the crack.

This crack was actually connected to the Kingdom of Light.

Dole raised his head and looked at the sky with some amusement, while Comps and Stanley, who were confronting the ninth-level opponent in the distance, were shocked. The messenger of God was summoned right after the fight started. What should they do?

It was originally three against four, but now it has become three against five.

Surprise, astonishment, and caution appeared on their faces. They looked at each other and quickly retreated.

As they retreated, they looked up at Dole above their heads, only to see that he was motionless, and didn't even show any signs of making a move. He seemed to be looking up at the sky with a very expectant expression.

Is he waiting for the other party to summon the messenger of God?

Seeing Dolai's expression, Standa in the distance was also stunned. Shouldn't the other party be afraid? Two great level nine opponents would at least give in to him alone. Why did he have such an expression?

Duolai was naturally waiting. He had already prepared his killing move and was just waiting for the other party to make a move. It might have taken half a day for the other party to summon the messenger of God, but he didn't expect that the other party would summon the messenger of God as soon as he made a move. This caught him off guard.

But it’s a good thing this way. It’s a good opportunity to entangle the opponent first, let him relax, and then capture him.

The Turin Bone Tower is already on the way. As long as the clone can hold on for a while, he can wait for the Turin Bone Tower to arrive.

He had planned out the whole plan. When the time came, he would entangle the opponent and then use the Turin Bone Tower to smash him into half.

No matter how the other party came, you must leave something for him.

Thinking of this, Dolai increased his strength, and the magical image behind him became clearer. Then he shouted suddenly, and the sound shook all around.

"Stendar, are you sure you want to fight me?"

Both of them increased their strength, and Standa even summoned the messenger of God. This posture of fighting really caught the ninth-level masters on both sides off guard.

Why did they start fighting? Didn't they discuss it first?

Standa looked at Dolai with a holy and compassionate gaze, "If you don't agree, we can only start fighting. Once you are dealt with, the troops below will naturally retreat."

At this time, the crack slowly opened, and an aura emitting an incomparable holy, bright, and sacred aura walked out of the crack.

At this time, a humanoid creature appeared, more than three meters tall, with a very white face, so white that it was scary. The most eye-catching thing was that he had a pair of large wings on his back, with a wingspan of more than six meters. He held a white spear in his hand, which exuded a frightening power.

As soon as he came out, he looked at Standa. His two black eyes were particularly deep on his white face.

"Standar, who are you dealing with this time? Is there anyone in your world who is at level nine that you can't deal with?"

Standa looked at the winged man respectfully and said softly, "That's the man in front of you. He has mastered the power of destruction. I am no match for him. I specially summoned the God's Messenger to deal with him together. The Bright Empire Fortress is about to be destroyed. Please ask the God's Messenger to take action immediately and capture him."

The messenger of God glanced at Dolai and felt the powerful force in him, but did not care. Instead, he looked around and took in the surrounding situation.

Then the envoy frowned and said, "Stendar, didn't you say that you were expanding the territory for the God of Light? Why do I see that you are being attacked and the fortress is about to be breached?"

When Standa heard this, his face suddenly turned red.

"Reporting to the envoy, the other party has mastered the power of taboos, has abundant energy, and is far superior to us in alchemy. Due to the restrictions of the God of Light, we are inferior to the other party in some aspects, so we are not their opponent for the time being."

"I will report to God. Let's deal with the other party first." The messenger of God naturally knew what Standa meant. He glanced at the battlefield and felt a chill in his chest. But then he sneered and stopped talking. Instead, he looked at Dolai in the distance.

With the status, position and knowledge of the Messenger of Light, he could naturally see through Dolai's true colors at a glance. This was an avatar, and it was a very high-end meditation method. According to his understanding, there was no such thing in this world. Moreover, he had never seen this ninth level before, so he felt a little fearful.

This person is not simple.

However, despite his fear, the envoy still had a cold look in his eyes and said softly, "Human, if you disperse your clones now, I can pretend that nothing happened."

The fights in the lower world are usually resolved by the lower world. If the lower world cannot resolve it, then the gods’ messengers in charge of this world will take responsibility. Even Standa, the former Pope, cannot resolve the other party’s clone. He suspects that the other party is deliberately making trouble for him.

Standa had responded to him several times, but he was just too lazy to respond. Was he going to take advantage of the opportunity of having an enemy to deal a heavy blow to himself?

Looking at Standa and then at the other party, the messenger of God became a little doubtful.

Dolai looked at the messenger of God who appeared, and the neural signals in his eyes had already switched. What appeared in his eyes at this moment was a large area of ​​​​light rules, and there were various rules. The most important thing was that these rules were very rough, and they were all comprehended to an extremely high level, at least seven kinds.

In this world, those who can comprehend more than seven kinds of rules have all reached level nine. He looked at the rules on the other party and analyzed them frantically.

Although he is not practicing the Light Meditation Method, it does not hinder his mastery. As he can gain more power, Duolai never feels that he is at a disadvantage.

Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle.

While observing, he simulated the rules of light in his hands, but he soon discovered that this clone was no use at all. The condensed light power and his own breath of death were madly offsetting each other, and instead consumed his own strength.

He frowned.

His little action did not attract the other party's attention.

Duolai sighed. It seemed that this clone was not good enough. So he looked at the Envoy of Light and smiled faintly, "You are just a believer of light. You don't even have the power of a god. Do you have the qualifications to let me disperse your clone?"

The Envoy of Light looked at Duolai, felt the power in him, and said with a smile, "People from the lower world are still people from the lower world after all. They don't know what it's like to use power to its best effect. Well, I'll show you what it means to use the least amount of power to exert the most powerful combat power. In order to let you know the pain, this Envoy of Light won't bully you. We'll fight one-on-one, and this Envoy of Light will capture your clone."

The power of light on the messenger of God suddenly turned, and the power of light suddenly burned, turning into a divine flame of light that slowly burned around his body. At the same time, after he transformed into the divine flame of light, the power in his body suddenly condensed by more than twice, and just by relying on its own strength, the space around the divine flame began to distort.

Seeing this, Dolai was slightly startled. The Messenger of Light and the Messenger of Darkness seemed to be a little different. They seemed to be more powerful?

An expert can tell whether something is good or not with just one look.

Dolai looked at Dolai and raised his eyebrows. The virtual image of death behind him became more blurred, and the death sickle in his hand became clearer. More than six kinds of death rules condensed together. The death sickle slashed at will, and wherever the sickle passed, the surrounding world trembled slightly.

He did not maximize his strength, but just waited for the moment of explosion. This is the way of the Skeleton Demon, not the way of showing off. Killing is the goal, not showing off.