amaotonovel Chapter 938
Chapter 938
But the stubbornness and tenacity in its bones allowed it to turn nimbly in the air and disappear again, like a peerless assassin lurking in the darkness, waiting for the next fatal blow.
Han Changkong took advantage of the situation and put his palms together. The chaotic power gathered madly between his palms, like a cosmic singularity in the making.
The chaotic force spun faster and faster, forming a high-speed rotating energy ball, on which the chaotic airflow rolled and surged, like the scene when chaos first began, mysterious and powerful.
Han Changkong threw the energy ball with all his might, and it flew towards the Holy Lord of the God Clan with the power to destroy the world.
Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be wantonly kneaded by an invisible giant hand, twisted and shattered beyond recognition. Everything along the way was drawn into the endless chaos and disappeared without a trace.
The Saint of the Gods saw this, his face turned pale, but he still made a desperate attempt.
He shouted loudly, and instantly transformed the golden light curtain into a sharp blade that pierced the sky and the earth. On the blade, golden light shone, as if it was blessed by the sun god himself.
He struck the energy ball fiercely. The moment the two collided, it was as if the Big Bang was happening again, and the light instantly flooded the entire world.
In the bright light, Han Changkong's figure flashed, as if he had traveled through time and space, and arrived in front of the Holy Lord of the God Clan.
Yu Mo chopped down on the head with a force of a thousand pounds, and the momentum seemed to split the world in two.
The Holy Lord of the Gods had no way to dodge, so he could only grit his teeth and raise his arms to resist.
The moment Yu Mo slashed at his arm, it was as if Pangu's axe had chopped down to create the world. With a "crack", his arm was instantly cut open with a gash so deep that the bone was visible. Blood spurted out like a fountain, spilling onto the ground, instantly dyeing the surrounding land into a sea of blood.
, as if the end of the world has come.
On the other side, the small flying sword's several teleportation sneak attacks made the Demon God Saint gradually look tired. He had several minor wounds on his body, and blood oozed out, staining his clothes red.
He was furious, his eyes were red like burning charcoal, and he was muttering to himself as if he was summoning the devil from hell.
Suddenly, his body expanded several times, and a pair of huge devil wings grew out of his back. When the devil wings spread out, they were like dark clouds covering the sky and the sun. Every time they flapped, a black storm was set off.
This storm was like the horn of the end of the world. Wherever it passed, everything was swept up in it and turned into dust.
The earth was torn apart, the rocks were crushed, the rivers dried up, and the whole world seemed to have fallen into endless despair.
In the center of the storm, he held the magic halberd and danced wildly. Wherever the tip of the halberd pointed, the space was like fragile tofu, being torn apart in an instant, forming black gullies.
These gullies were like passages to hell, emitting a chilling aura, trying to trap the small flying sword.
Seeing this, Han Changkong frowned, and the mental connection between him, Yumo, and Xiaoqiao became closer, as if they had merged into one.
He controlled Yu Mo to draw a huge arc in the air. The runes on the sword shone brightly and turned into rune chains. These chains were like living snakes, winding and weaving.
Wherever it goes, the storm dissipates and the space is repaired, just as light dispels darkness and order reshapes chaos.
The small flying sword seized the opportunity and teleported to the top of the Demon God Saint's head again, turning into a stream of light and stabbing down fiercely, like a sword of judgment sent down by the gods.
The Demon God Saint raised his head and roared, his voice seemed to shatter the sky. He raised his magic spear and collided head-on with the small flying sword.
This time, the small flying sword could not withstand the huge impact force and let out a wail, like a wounded bird, its light dimmed and it was shaky.
Han Changkong felt extremely distressed and hurriedly called back Xiaoqiao, injecting a force of chaos into her, as if injecting life into a dried-up spring, restoring its vitality.
In this way, the two sides fought back and forth, and the battle lasted for two days and two nights.