Chapter 13790 The Fear of the Temple

These two people are extremely powerful. Although they are not as powerful as him, once they join forces, with their profound foundation and tacit cooperation, they will definitely be able to consume his physical strength and star power, and eventually drag him down.

What he had to do was to make himself stronger. He needed to absorb more energy to further improve his realm, so that he would have enough confidence to defeat God One and God Two. The rest of the Holy Temple warriors became his best targets for improving his strength.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" the white-robed chief priest roared at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with anxiety and fear.

When the powerful men of the Holy Temple heard his shout, they also realized the danger was coming. Their faces turned pale in an instant, and their eyes were filled with panic and fear. They wanted to escape, but it was too late.

It might take some effort for Ling Xiao to deal with the Divine Knights, but it was a piece of cake for him to deal with these ordinary Templar warriors. In his eyes, these people were like ants, vulnerable to a single blow.

“Blood Calamity Demon, swallow it!” Ling Xiao roared again, his voice filled with endless domineering and majesty.

Countless blood-red threads shot out from his body, like bloodthirsty poisonous snakes, and pounced on the surrounding Templar warriors. Those threads were extremely fast and penetrated their bodies in the blink of an eye.

"Puff, puff, puff..." A series of sounds rang out, and these thin threads were like greedy demons, instantly devouring the blood of the Templar warriors. In just a moment, more than a dozen people fell to the ground and turned into shriveled corpses.

You know, these people are not ordinary people, each of them is a star realm expert, and they are also well-known figures on this continent. But in front of Ling Xiao, they seem so small and fragile, just like ants, without any power to resist.

The surrounding Templar warriors were filled with fear and despair when they saw this scene. Their legs began to tremble, and their eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness.

They didn't know what to do, whether to continue fighting or turn around and run away. But no matter what choice they made, in front of Ling Xiao, this terrifying existence, their fate seemed to be doomed.

Suddenly, a sharp "Run!" broke through the noise. No one knew who had shouted this desperate word. This shout was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves among the warriors of the temple.

The warriors of the Holy Hall were already terrified by Ling Xiao's terrifying strength and bloody killings. This shout was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing them to completely lose their composure.

Their eyes were filled with fear and panic, and the originally neat queue suddenly became chaotic. Some people turned around and tried to run away, some stood there, at a loss, and some pushed and shoved in the crowd, trying to squeeze out a way to escape.

"Kill!" In sharp contrast, the warriors of Tyrant Empire roared with fighting spirit. This sound echoed on the battlefield like a war drum, inspiring the hearts of every warrior of Tyrant Empire.

Ji Mingkong jumped high with a long sword in hand. His figure looked particularly tall in the sunlight. He swung the long sword vigorously and sounded the horn of counterattack.

In his opinion, with Ling Xiao here, they definitely have a chance to win this battle. Ling Xiao's terrifying strength is like a reassurance, filling them with confidence.

So, Ling Bi, Xiao Lianzhu, Momo, Weiwei, Tianhun Saint, and other powerful people of the Tyrant Empire rushed out like arrows. Their eyes flashed with determination, and the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, as if they were going to kill all the enemies in front of them.

The counterattack began, and the entire battlefield suddenly became more intense.

Faced with the powerful men of the Holy Temple who had no intention of fighting, the warriors of the Tyrant Empire would still have a chance to kill the other side even if they were slightly weaker in strength.

The warriors of the Holy Temple had completely lost their will to fight, and they just wanted to escape from this terrifying place as soon as possible. However, the warriors of the Tyrant Empire were in high spirits, and they launched a fierce attack on the enemy like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Ling Xiao did not stop the attacks, he just stood quietly in the middle of the battlefield, like a cold-blooded executioner. He quickly formed seals with both hands, and the blood-disaster true demon power in his body surged wildly.

In an instant, a terrifying red line a thousand meters long spurted out from his body, like a giant python, wandering freely on the battlefield.

This red line exuded a chilling aura. If a Saint Templar warrior was touched by it, there was almost no chance of survival. Wherever the red line passed, the Saint Templar warriors fell to the ground one after another, blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was horrible. This was almost an instant kill, which made the people around tremble with fear.

In the air, the face of the white-robed chief priest turned very gloomy. His brows were tightly knitted together, and his eyes revealed a hint of anger and helplessness.

He obviously didn't expect that Ling Xiao would become so terrifying after not seeing him for a few days. He was originally afraid of the woman next to Ling Xiao, and thought that as long as the woman didn't show up, they could easily deal with Ling Xiao. In the end, the woman didn't show up, and they were no longer Ling Xiao's opponent.

He looked at the chaotic situation on the battlefield and secretly thought of a countermeasure. At the moment, unless he took action himself, no one could be Ling Xiao's opponent.

But he also knew that once he personally went down, the situation of the battle would become more complicated, and he was not sure whether he could defeat Ling Xiao. His heart was full of hesitation and contradiction, and he didn't know what to do.

The white-robed chief priest stood suspended in the air, his brows knitted tightly together, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. His eyes were fixed on the Star Picking Tower Master who was confronting him below, his heart filled with annoyance and helplessness.

But the owner of Zhaixing Tower in front of him was too troublesome. He was highly skilled in martial arts and had strange body movements. Every move and every form contained a mystery, as if an insurmountable mountain stood in front of him.

He had fought with the Star Picking Tower Master for dozens of rounds, using all his strength, but still could not defeat him. The Star Picking Tower Master was like a piece of taffy, sticking to him tightly, making it impossible for him to get away and deal with other situations. This time, he really miscalculated.

He couldn't help but regret in his heart that he had brought too few masters. He originally thought that with his own strength and the elites of the Holy Temple, he would be able to wipe out the forces of the Tyrant Empire in one fell swoop, but reality gave him a hard slap in the face.

If I had known earlier, I should have asked the Red Robe Priest to come with me. If so, with the two of them working together, with the strength of the Red Robe Priest and my cooperation, this battle would have been over long ago. They could easily break through the enemy's defenses, capture Ling Xiao and others in one fell swoop, and realize the ambition of the Holy Hall.