Chapter 857: Seriously injured! Angron!

“It’s your turn…” Along with these cold and oppressive words, Angron’s tall and mighty figure exuded a chilling aura.

He swung his hands suddenly and pulled out the two chain saw axes that were flashing with cold light and buzzing from his waist at the same time, as if to tear the air.

Then, he took heavy steps, approaching the return step by step, and each step was as shocking as an earthquake.

Just as the extremely sharp chainsaw axe was about to fall with the force of thunder, something unexpected happened.

Angron's sure-fire blow actually missed! With a strange gesture beyond the imagination of ordinary people, Huigui nimbly dodged sideways like a ghost and easily avoided Angron's fatal blow.

Then, she struggled hard and slowly crawled up from the dusty and bloody ground.

"Psychic power?" Angron narrowed his eyes slightly, staring closely at the seemingly insignificant yet elusive opponent in front of him.

He was keenly aware that a mysterious aura was constantly emanating from Huigui's body.

This aura is completely different from the Chaos Warp power. It does not belong to any known main god, nor does it have that familiar psychic fluctuation.

"Could it be a psychic? No, maybe it's the chosen one?" Angron thought to himself. He subconsciously tightened the chainsaw axe in his hand, and his originally contemptuous look became solemn.

Although Angron's own psychic power was not at its peak, facing such an unprecedented and unknown psychic who was full of variables, he had to be extremely alert and concentrate on dealing with various situations that might arise next.

There was a deafening sound: "Bang!" The originally calm body suddenly burst out with an extremely powerful psychic force, which seemed to tear the entire universe apart.

Then, a jaw-dropping scene took place—the surrounding space seemed to be wantonly kneaded by an invisible giant hand and began to fold continuously.

In the blink of an eye, a dimensional space completely independent of the outside world appeared before our eyes.

This dimensional space was like an indestructible cage, trapping Angron inside.

Here, he couldn't escape even if he had wings, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from the restraints.

At this time, the possessed Return had already made up his mind to kill Angron completely here.

He was seen holding the weapon tightly in both hands, and a terrifying aura emanated from his whole body.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Accompanied by earth-shaking roars, the psychic power as vast and boundless as the ocean swept towards Angron like a surging wave.

Wherever it passed, the earth cracked and smoke and dust filled the air. The whole world seemed to tremble at this moment.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Angron did not dare to be negligent. He tried his best to resist wave after wave of attacks, but was still forced to retreat again and again.

Every step left a deep footprint on the ground, with gravel scattering everywhere.

At this moment, another loud noise was heard: "Bang!" Huigui rushed to Angron at lightning speed.

The two were so close that Angron could even clearly catch a glimpse of a mysterious light he had never seen before from Huigui's eyes, which were slightly red due to anger.

At the same time, within the returning body, an unprecedented spiritual power is rapidly gathering and taking shape.

This force contains endless power and murderous intent, which makes people shudder.

Then, it gushed out along the weapon in Huigui's hand, transformed into an unparalleled sharp light, and slashed towards Angron with the power to destroy the world.

Angron was not one to take chances, as he backhanded his chainsaw axe to block the returning attack.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Angron used all his strength to block the fatal blow that came like a thunderbolt.

However, although he successfully blocked the attack, the corresponding price was huge - his body and the weapon in his hand could not withstand such a powerful psychic force impact.

The next moment, Angron was blown away by the terrifying force like a kite with a broken string.

His body drew an arc in the air, then fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

“No, you absolutely cannot be the chosen one…” Angron coughed up a mouthful of blood with difficulty. At this moment, the violent psychic power was still rampant in his body, ruthlessly destroying his internal organs.

Every breath brought heart-wrenching pain, as if countless sharp blades were stirring in his body.

"I never thought that you so-called gods of aliens would be so lowly and mean! You would actually... cough cough cough!" Before he could finish his words, Angron started coughing violently again, with large mouthfuls of blood gushing out from the corners of his mouth.

But even so, he still relied on his tenacious willpower, gritted his teeth, and used up his last bit of strength to struggle and stand up again.

At this moment, Angron's face was distorted and hideous, revealing a creepy smile, and he stared at the returnee in front of him.

He laughed loudly, "Hahahahaha, the false god worshipped by the lowly alien race! I can see that you are afraid, and your heart is filled with fear! That's why you will do whatever it takes to come to this real world in person to confront me head-on!"

"In fact, if we can put aside our past grudges and choose to work together, there may still be a glimmer of hope, and we can jointly resist the endless darkness from the subspace..." The voice of return sounded slowly, like the sound of a bell from ancient times, distant and deep.

Just as Angron had guessed before, the returning voice became unusually ethereal and ethereal, containing an indescribable divinity and kindness.

"Hahahaha! Alien! Dream on!"

Angron spat out a mouthful of blood, which hit the returning body.

Looking at the foul-smelling blood, Huigui frowned as he looked at Angron in front of him.

The Primarch before her was beyond her imagination. Not only did he withstand the orbital bombardment, but he was also able to kill dozens of Nova soldiers who had been given power by him even though he was seriously injured.

"Then I will personally talk to the god behind you..."

A hint of cruelty appeared in the glowing pupils of Return, and then the blade flashing with cold light was slowly raised and aimed at Angron's neck.

Psychic power held Angron's limbs in place, waiting for the returning blade to fall.