Chapter 1567 2-Winged Angel Simoki
In just a moment, all five thousand members of the Wood Tribe were killed!
Mixed with the corpses of countless angels...
After doing this, Zhao Yin immediately took back all the contracted beasts, took his Wood Clan clone, and disappeared into the Angel Clan world...
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At this moment, the eighth battlefield!
A third of the sky here was shattered, and the earth sank, as if at the beginning of the world's destruction. Nothingness surged into the world, swallowing everything here...
In the sky, in the endless nothingness, pieces of the world's fragments are suspended. This is not the fragmentation of space, but a truly broken corner of the world.
In this world where everything is destroyed, there exists a huge sun, emitting endless holy light, illuminating everything. It is brighter than the stars and dispels the darkness in the void.
It was a twelve-winged angel, holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, with golden hair fluttering.
Around him, two streams of black smoke were moving rapidly, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right. Occasionally, one could see an old man with white hair and beard and a giant spider as big as a mountain in the two streams of black smoke!
Every time the twelve-winged angel swung his sword, it carried with it a terrifying light element, forming a terrifying wave. Whether it fell on Mo Yinling or on Zhu Da... it could successfully annihilate a puff of black smoke.
As for Mo Yinling and Zhu Da, every time the twelve-winged angels attacked one of them, the other one would attack madly.
The attack landed on the twelve-winged angel, but it was difficult to cause any real damage...
This was the most difficult battle the Yinling clan had ever encountered since its birth.
"Ximoji, you are a fifth-level god. You personally came to the Eighth Battlefield and slaughtered a small tribe that was only born a year ago. Don't you think it's beneath your status?"
Mo Yinling's old voice was erratic. Although his Yin spirit body had been nearly half consumed by the twelve-winged angel, his words were still calm and sarcastic.
On the contrary, the twelve-winged angel Shimoki, who had the upper hand, had a face full of anger.
The cross sword was swung out, and cracks were created in the void. The terrifying sword shadow carried an unknown energy like radiation, as if it could destroy a world with one blow.
Rumble!
Countless fragments of the world were reduced to ashes in the sword's light... The speed of the sword's light seemed to be the ultimate speed in the universe...
Mo Yinling had no time to dodge, puff!
The figure he had just condensed shattered again and turned into black smoke all over the sky.
The sword light slashed through the black smoke, turning another large amount of black smoke into nothingness.
At the same time, a spider-sized figure condensed behind Shimoki, and sticky spider silk gushed out of its mouth, wrapping around Shimoki's wings.
Although Ximoji only shook his figure, the endless holy light burned the spider silk to ashes... but during this gap, Mo Yinling floated away.
"The Yinling clan is a clan that I, Ximoji, must kill!"
Ximoji finally stopped and stared at Mo Yinling. He had been fighting for half a month and was a little tired at the moment.
Mo Yinling also stopped the movement of the black smoke and slowly condensed the figure of the old man.
"Ximoji, your angels are forcing us so hard, aren't you afraid that I will lead the Yinling clan to form an alliance with the angels' opponents?"
At this moment, the endless clan of Yin spirits disappeared into nothingness.
To ordinary races, they were practically immortal, but under the sword of a twelve-winged angel, it seemed as if all the talents of the Yinling clan had been reduced to paper...
The continent below had already broken into pieces, shattered into pieces, floating in the void.
There is still a group of evil spirits wearing red armor standing on the shattered earth, and they are also retreating step by step.
The Yinling clan's opponent is the coalition formed by the Endless Angel Clan, the Wood Clan, the Dog-Head Clan, the Gray Clan...
The coalition forces are too numerous and too strong.
Among them, there were a hundred gods!
Countless quasi-gods!
This time, the angels were truly enraged. Even Ximoji, one of the twelve fifth-level gods, came personally...
When the Yinling Clan first formed, the Angel Clan didn't care. Then, one god after another died at the hands of the Yinling Clan...
The most hateful thing is the way the Yin Spirits reproduce. The dead angels are all transformed into Yin Spirits, and as one grows, the other shrinks...
It was not until half a month ago that the angels finally realized the potential and threat of the Yinlings, and Simoki dispatched four eleven-winged angels under his command.
The result is still no return!
There are four eleven-winged angels, some of whom are old friends of Shimoki for billions of years, and some are his sons of God.
At this moment, Ximoji realized that even if he came in person, it would still be difficult to kill this Yinling Ancestor God...
"You, the Yinling clan, have killed so many of my angels. Only by destroying them can we apologize to the angels!"
"Oh!"
Mo Yinling remained extremely calm. With a slight wave of his hand, a life space opened up, and the four 1.1 billion angels bound by pitch-black chains were teleported into nothingness.
They are all fourth-level gods, but now they are like lambs to be slaughtered in front of Mo Yinling.
"Seymo Kay, Harvey, Bart, Fergil...!"
Shock flashed across Ximoji's furious face. He had always believed that his four subordinates had died and been transformed into the Yin Spirit Clan...
Unexpectedly, Mo Yinling just imprisoned them.
"open……!"
Just as Ximoji was about to open his mouth to scold, he saw Mo Yinling raise his hand and chop. The next moment, the head of an eleven-winged angel rolled down...
Immediately afterwards, it turned into a strong blood energy and rushed into Mo Yinling's body.
At the same time, the white robe on Mo Yinling gradually transformed into a blood-red battle armor...
The eleven-winged angel who was beheaded was the one that Simoki cared about the most, the Son of God Simokai!
This wasn't the end yet. Mo Yinling's speed seemed to have broken through the constraints of time, and he launched his second strike...
Another eleven-winged angel, as its head rolled down...
Mo Yinling took a step forward, and his illusory figure entered the corpse.
The corpse shrivelled and dissipated rapidly, invisible to the naked eye. Its life essence and soul were completely devoured...
In just a blink of an eye, Mo Yinling's injuries were completely healed!
His movements were so fast that Ximoji didn't have time to react.
No one knows how many terrifying talents the Yinling clan possesses...
No one knows what kind of profound knowledge Mo Yinling has in his hands now after killing hundreds of gods from various races.
At this moment, the old man in blood-red armor had his white hair flying and the gentleness in his eyes disappeared.
What replaced it was the arrogance of the first king of the human race a million years ago!
He gave up the opportunity to transform a fourth-level god into a ghost... just to prepare for this day?
Because Mo Yinling had long anticipated that the twelve-winged angel would eventually arrive...
In this battle, almost 90% of the Yin Ling clan that he had worked so hard to transform over the past year died.
But Mo Yinling didn't care. As long as he, Mo Yinling, was still here...
The Yinling clan will not be exterminated!
He only hoped that all his arrangements could severely damage a twelve-winged angel!
Then, the angels will be truly fearful!
It also gives the Yinling clan a long period of respite!
