Chapter 1708 The Strangeness of the Old Ghost
There are too many top-tier supernatural talents in the great formation.
The spirit clone spent half a day trying out all the supernatural abilities.
Immediately afterwards, he began to familiarize himself with the application and transformation of his superpowers...
……
Three hours later.
In the void, Zhao Yin finally sensed a familiar presence.
Ahead lies the area inhabited by the Wood Clan...
Huaiyi lived here for millions of years, and Zhao Yin had absorbed his memories, making him extremely familiar with this place.
But by this time, many of the Wood Clan worlds in my memory had already vanished into nothingness.
The original location was now only filled with darkness and coldness, utterly silent.
Those worlds and countless creatures seemed to have never existed; nothing remained.
Even a world, in this void, is so fragile...
Michael once destroyed much of the world in the region.
Now, all is emptiness, and those countless worlds that were once like stars seem sparse and scattered.
……
at the same time.
In the void, in the region where the Angel race resides.
A vast world, like fireworks, rapidly burned and withered amidst the flames of destruction.
Within the cold void, countless wails seemed to echo from the darkness.
Those were the desperate pleas of countless angels in their final moments…
When the great calamity struck, they could not escape their ancestral world and perished along with it...
No angel could have imagined that a race as powerful as the top-tier races would be so formidable.
Even the angelic heartland is in such a tragic state today.
At this very moment, a lizard-like being, clad in armor, stood tall within the void.
He exuded an aura of a fourth-level god...
Behind him were tens of thousands of lizardmen warships, a dark mass lying across the darkness.
Currently, within the Ninth Domain, all races are engaged in a chaotic war, and the Lizard Clan has come to attack the Angel Clan.
At this moment, the fourth-level god's eyes widened in surprise.
Staring in shock at the dazzling display of fireworks...
Two angels with twelve wings on their backs manifested their divine forms and stood side by side in the void, as if cutting across the entire void.
Two twelve-winged angels, one male and one female, stood thousands of miles tall, radiating holy light.
But at this moment, their faces were incredibly grim, their eyes fixed intently on the opposite side...
There, a vast expanse of white mist appeared, like a nebula, covering millions of miles.
The white mist, though not dazzling, was still noticeable, giving off an eerie feeling in the endless darkness.
It's as if, in this void, countless spirits who should have returned to nothingness have come from the other side of death and created a world that belongs to them.
An elderly man with white hair and beard sat alone, cross-legged, atop the white mist, holding a bright pearl in his hands. The power of black and white rules intertwined and swirled around it.
Faintly visible, countless faces roar within the pearl...
The life force emanating from the old man was only at the peak of the fourth-level god level, far weaker than the two twelve-winged angels opposite him.
But at this moment, his expression showed no sign of tension, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes hinted at a smile.
"Do you two still wish to continue fighting?" the old man asked.
His voice, in the void, traveled millions of miles and landed in the ears of the twelve-winged angels Michael and Seymour.
A hint of apprehension flashed in Michael's eyes, while Seymour seemed to be immediately enraged by Mo Yinling.
He suddenly made a move, and endless metal-elemental rules condensed, rapidly forming a large metal-elemental hand.
With a sudden clench of his fist, a giant golden fist, like a miniature world, emitted endless golden light, illuminating the void.
It also illuminated the endless white mist, within which shadowy figures seemed to exist, twisting and turning as if countless people who should have returned to nothingness were trapped within it...
“No—!” Michael exclaimed.
Seymour seemed not to hear...
A giant metal fist slammed down towards the old man sitting cross-legged above the white mist...
Facing the furious attack of the fifth-level deity, the old man remained indifferent. He neither dodged nor chose to fight back...
Instead, he raised his palm, and endless black and white threads of rule condensed into a giant hand in front of him, slamming down on a world of advanced angelic civilization millions of miles away...
At this moment, in the void, in the darkness, it seemed as if the cries of countless angels before their death echoed once more.
boom!
The giant metal fist struck the old man, and his body instantly exploded...
Then, as the golden giant fist dissipated...
Within the white mist, countless evil spirits, amidst their wailing, rapidly melted away, transforming into a black and white spectrum of rules...
It was faintly visible that these evil spirits all had wings on their backs and resembled angels.
"Simoke!" Michael shouted sternly upon seeing this.
But it was all too late. A million miles away, a deafening roar echoed... The advanced civilization of the angel race was reduced to ashes...
Countless remnant souls, numbering in the trillions, surged forth and vanished into the white mist...
They were quickly transformed into members of the Yin Spirits!
The old man's vanished figure slowly re-emerged as countless spirits were sacrificed.
He still had white hair and a white robe, with a kind face, sitting cross-legged on the white mist, like an emperor of the underworld...
"Want to come again?" Mo Yinling asked.
Seymour's eyes turned golden, and he threw another punch. The golden light once again cleared the white mist, revealing that most of the angelic faces had disappeared, replaced by countless new ones...
Mo Yinling smiled, waved his hand again, and the black and white colors condensed into a giant hand, heading towards another angel world...
Michael, standing to the side, pointed his fingers like a sword and suddenly slashed out.
Containing the vast sword principles of light, the sword transformed into a towering sword shadow, slashing towards the black and white hands...
Rumble!
boom!
Mo Yinling's figure was shattered once again by a punch... The black and white hands were also shattered by a single strike of the sword shadow...
However, the black and white colors shattered and merged together, and the two-colored regular threads within them instantly restored themselves to their original state, transforming once again into a large black and white hand...
Undeterred, it marched towards and suppressed the world of the Angels!
Rumble!
In the void, another firework appeared, and another world disappeared...
As countless remnant souls merged into the white mist, the old man remained seated cross-legged above it.
"If you want to fight, I cannot resist, but... if I want to destroy the Angel world, you can only watch helplessly!"
The old man's kind voice contained a hint of domineering power.
Seymour's eyes were filled with golden blood vessels. He stood in the void, his fists clenched, but he did not make another move.
The Yin Spirits are far too eerie and terrifying!
He remembered that the last time they met, this old ghost was only a level three god.
Now, it has become this powerful!
He sacrificed the world of the Angels, making two level-five gods in this Angel territory hesitant to act rashly.
For a time, there was simply nothing that could be done.
"Mo Yinling, what exactly do you want?" Michael asked through gritted teeth.
"hehe……!"
The old man suddenly laughed.
