Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

Chapter 219: Holy Shadow Defends Enemies, Mysterious Peeping

The ten Feather Horned Gods thought that the target of their attack was the indifferent one. One Feather Horned God said, "Angel Holy King, you don't have to do anything. We can do it." Another Feather Horned God said, "Yes, we still need to treat this beautiful lady well."

The Angel Saint King smiled indifferently, and the light power of the light ball reached its peak. Then, countless rays of light emanated from the light ball, forming a bright field that completely integrated the ten Feather Horned Gods.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” Amid countless screams, the ten Feather Horned Gods were almost about to perish. They struggled painfully in the Bright Pure Spirit Realm, as if they were enduring tremendous torture.

The Holy Angel King said: "After my divine power is increased three times, I will pull you into the bright and pure spiritual world. Anyone who is not strong enough will be killed instantly!" Her voice was full of coldness, as if she didn't care about the life and death of these Feather Horned Gods at all.

"Why..." a feather-horned god asked painfully in the bright and pure spiritual world.

"Because you are all barbaric gods." The eyes of the Holy Angel King were full of disgust, as if he was full of contempt for these feather-horned gods.

Bu Wen Bu Wen looked at this scene and was very relieved. She knew that although the Angel Saint King had a cold personality, he would still make the right choice at the critical moment.

The ten Feather Horned Gods turned into white light and fell unwillingly. The Angel Saint King put away his magical skills, with no expression on his face.

"Well done." She asked without even asking, but there was a hint of appreciation in her voice.

The Angel Saint King did not refuse her and said, "I hope you can perform better."

"It will happen." She said firmly, her eyes full of confidence.

Fifteen Feather-Horned Gods came upon hearing the noise. They saw the Bright and Pure Spirit Realm, but were not sure how the ten Feather-Horned Gods died, nor did they know that the Holy Angel King had betrayed them.

"Angel Holy King, how did our companion die?" A Feathered Horned Shinto said, his voice full of doubts.

"How did he die? I killed him." The Angel Holy King's voice was cold and ruthless, as if declaring her determination.

"What, why?" The Feather Horned God was puzzled, and the other Feather Horned Gods were also very puzzled. Their eyes were full of shock and fear, as if they couldn't believe the facts before their eyes.

"The divine power of the Shura world, thousands of streams of light." The Angel Saint King activated his skills again, and countless white holes appeared behind him, shooting out countless rays of light.

The Feather Horned God was caught off guard and was hit directly. Fifteen Feather Horned Gods were hit by the light, ten of them fell to the ground, one of them was the one who was asked just now, he died on the spot, and five of them were able to stand up, but they were also seriously injured.

A feather-horned god said, "Angel Holy King, you actually betrayed the gods and the leader of the Divine Eye." His voice was filled with anger and despair, as if he could not accept this fact.

The Holy Angel King said: "God's Eye is a bastard! I will kill him! To avenge God!" There was a flame of anger burning in her eyes, and that flame seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes.

"The Black Dragon is dead, so you should die too!" After saying that, a Feather Horned God charged forward with a spear in hand. The other 13 Feather Horned Gods also rushed forward in anger.

Wu Wenwu appeared beside her and said, "Let's go together."

"Okay, let's go together." The Holy Angel King said, holding up the scepter.

He held the Prison Shadow in his hand without saying a word, and looked ahead with a firm look in his eyes.

Ahead are fourteen Feather-Horned Gods, and a fierce battle has now begun.

The Feather Horned Gods rushed over like a surging tide, their eyes filled with anger and murderous intent. The Angel King raised his scepter, and a bright light shot out from the scepter, shooting at the Feather Horned God like a sharp arrow. Wu He Bu Wen wielded the Prison Shadow, and the black shadow sword rained down on the enemy.

The Feather Horned Gods used their divine powers to resist the attacks of the two sisters. They brandished their spears, their divine powers surged, and they launched a fierce confrontation with the Angel Holy King and Bu Wen Bu Wen.

In the battle, light and shadow intertwined, and the collision of divine power was deafening. The light power of the Angel King was as dazzling as the sun, while the indifferent shadow power was as deep as the night. The two sisters cooperated well, one attacking and the other defending, making it difficult for the Feather Horned Gods to resist.

Although the Feather Horned Gods were numerous, they gradually fell into trouble in front of the powerful Angel Saint King and Bu Wen Wu Wen. Their bodies were covered with wounds and their divine power was constantly being consumed. However, they did not give up and still resisted tenaciously.

The Angel King's eyes condensed, and he activated his divine skill, Light Purification Spirit Realm, again. The huge angel statue appeared again, and the light ball exuded a powerful light power. The Feather Horned Gods watched this scene in horror and wanted to escape, but it was too late.

The bright and pure spiritual world enveloped all fourteen Feather-Horned Gods, and they struggled amid screams of pain.

The Holy Angel King and Bu Wen Bu Wen took the opportunity to launch an attack and defeated the Feathered Horned Gods one by one.

After the battle, the battlefield was in a mess. The Angel Saint King and Bu Wen Bu Wen stood there, emitting powerful divine power fluctuations.

In the distance, at the edge of the lush forest, a towering tree stood proudly. Among the lush branches and leaves, a man in strange clothes stood quietly, his figure looming in the mottled light and shadow.

The man's golden hair sparkled brightly in the sunlight, and his blue eyes were like a deep lake, revealing mystery and wisdom.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the fierce battlefield not far away, and whispered softly with a special accent: "The Underworld? And the Middle-earth Gods, they are so weak now. This is very different from the news the Lord detected a hundred thousand years ago." There was a hint of doubt and surprise in his words, as if he found the scene before him unbelievable.

His sight slowly moved and fell on Wang Hun and Wu Geng who were fighting bravely on the battlefield. His eyes were full of astonishment, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Has the power of mankind become so strong? This is really unexpected."

Then, he cast his gaze towards the towering Crystal Mountain in the distance, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "There is an extremely powerful detection force there. It seems that the situation is more complicated than I imagined."

The man lowered his head and looked at the small red flag he was holding tightly in his hand. The flag fluttered gently in the breeze, and the bright red color looked like a burning flame.

There was a hint of confidence and determination in his eyes, and he said softly: "However, I have the banner of glory given by the Lord, and no one can find me. With it, I can move freely in this chaotic situation and collect the most accurate intelligence for the Lord."

He stood quietly on the tree, continuing to observe every move on the battlefield, as if waiting for some important opportunity.

As time passed, the man became more focused, not missing any details. After a while, he nodded slightly, as if he had made up his mind, and said to himself: "Almost done, report to King Odin first, my lord!"

The man's eyes flashed with determination, he knew he was shouldering an important mission. He gently stroked the flag of glory in his hand, as if he had drawn strength from it.

Then, he disappeared from the tree in a flash, like a ghost, leaving only slightly swaying branches and leaves, as if telling of his presence.