2363: C2363 A Bamboo Stick to Break the Divine Light

C2363 A Bamboo Stick to Break the Divine Light

The figure that jumped down from the air was naturally a rock.

"Pu -"

The magma sword was like cutting tofu as it easily pierced through Foronie's head.

The power of faith was like decoration at this moment.

Scorching magma gushed out from Foronie's body.

Amidst the mournful wails, the old figure was gradually melted.

Anger, hatred, unwillingness... All kinds of auras were scattered in the air like fireworks.

"Major - Tribulation - Child -"

Foronie's last voice in her life was filled with hatred and curses.

Looking at the disappearing figure, Ye Hong's face was cold and his brows were tightly locked.

Until Foronie died, he did not know how he got the title of Son of Great Calamity.

Ye Hong did not believe Foronie's prophecy.

After he created Night God, he sneered at the so-called god.

In his opinion, the so-called gods were just illusions created by the power of faith.

Since that was the case, who gave Ye Hong the title of Son of Great Calamity and ordered Foronie to target Ye Hong?

Who could point at such an expert?

Although Foronie was dead, the doubts in Ye Hong's heart did not disappear. Instead, it became more and more.

As Foronie fell, the sacrificial ceremony also failed.

The red glow on the Statue of the God of War receded like a tide.

The armless deity statue recovered its icy cold appearance again.

That disturbing divine punishment did not descend in the end.

It made Ye Hong feel lucky, but at the same time, he could not help but be curious.

What kind of technique was divine punishment?

Could it be a power that surpassed the Divine Reflection level?

Lifting his head to look at the statue, Ye Hong felt a chill run down his spine.

The instant Foronie melted into the magma, the Dragonlance also quietened down.

The five meter long giant Dragonlance became smaller and smaller.

Finally, it turned into a giant dragon statue the size of a palm.

It was like a mini palm.

Ye Hong picked up the statue and found that its surface was dim, like an unremarkable ancient toy.

Could this be the true form of the supreme saint's head?

It was no wonder that the forty Divine Thieves could steal it from Sith Kingdom without leaving a trace.

Even so, Ye Hong could still sense a mysterious aura from the statue in front of him.

He stuffed the statue into his arms and slowly walked towards where Foronie died.

Foronie's body had already turned into ashes.

The boiling hot lava swallowed the remains of the corpse and turned into gray stones.

It was like the stone sword in the floating stone's hand that had returned to its original state.

The lava cooled down. It was a floating stone.

Ye Hong was secretly annoyed. He should have thought of this name long ago.

If his guess was correct, the floating rock in front of him should be another member of the magma organization.

Otherwise, he would have no reason to betray Temple of War and even help Ye Hong at the critical moment.

To be honest, Ye Hong was no longer surprised by the mysterious appearance of the magma members.

However, he was still curious about what the magma organization wanted to do.

Did they send someone like Floating Stone to hide in Temple of War to kill Foronie one day?

Floating Stone leaned against the ground with his sword and gasped for breath.

Streams of boiling hot air flowed out. It radiated from him, soaking him in a gray robe.

The eyes behind the mask were filled with fatigue.

Ye Hong came in front of the floating rock and looked at him quietly.

Suddenly, his eyes moved. He put his hand into the pile of gray stones and picked up a bamboo stick.

The bamboo stick was ordinary, but it was this bamboo stick that gave Foronie a fatal blow.

If not for this bamboo stick that appeared in time, once Foronie completed the sacrificial ceremony, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Ye Hong looked at the familiar 'West' character on the bamboo stick and remained silent.

Before he came to West Continent, he had also obtained the same bamboo stick in the manor in the suburbs of the capital.

"Is it him again? ..." "

Ye Hong raised his head and looked in the direction of the bamboo stick. There was only a vast ocean in front of him.

He turned around and was about to ask something from the floating rock when he saw golden robed figures rushing over from all directions like crazy from the corner of his eye.

"Revenge for the Divine Emissary!"

Ye Hong rubbed his forehead and sighed. He really did not have the strength to complain about these crazy Divine Servants in his heart.

Please, your god messenger almost sacrificed you just now.

But he knew that these people were brainwashed by the power of faith. They were a group of unreasonable people and did not intend to reason with them.

The aura within his body surged, and he wanted to teach them a lesson.

However, Floating Stone gritted his teeth and stood up. He held the stone sword horizontally in front of his chest and said in a deep voice, "Leave this to me. Go to the south and bring people out of the temple."

Ye Hong was also worried about the people of Phoenix Rose. Now that he saw that Floating Stone still had combat strength, he patted his shoulder. Without wasting any time, he jumped into the hall and flew towards the south.

The top of his head was shaking violently.

...

The commotion in the north of the temple didn't affect the competition in the southern square at all.

Under the suppression of the Glory of Warlord, the Phoenix Rose was forced to retreat.

However, none of them gave up. They gritted their teeth and persisted.

The crystals of the upper and lower ranks were broken. They were born and broken.

The whole competition had been going on for an hour.

The people of the Glory of Warlord didn't seem to want to end the competition just like that. They were leisurely playing with the young girls on the opposite side.

However, countless pairs of eyes in the world seemed to have already seen the end of the competition.

Some media had even released a promotional banner congratulating the Glory of Warlord for winning the S10 championship.

The major websites of Yan Country were already wailing and cursing.

[What a waste of time!]

[Our Yan Country really doesn't have the life to hold a cup of wine.]

[Women's E-Sports team? Hehe, it's a joke!]

...

On the night mirror platform, there was a constant stream of angry Night Aristocrats selling their products.

The cursing on the platform was unprecedented.

Zhu Ziqi and the others all had worried looks on their faces.

...

Anming County, Midnight Snack Restaurant.

Ann Xiaoying looked at the TV with a sad face and kept shouting, "Daughter, do your best!"

In the main hall. The others in the hall all had worried looks on their faces.

Tongyou Mountain, Cai Family Villa.

Xian pointed at the television screen and asked, "Dad, are the sisters going to lose?"

Cai Jiannan sighed and said, "Judging from the current situation, it is not optimistic."

"Ah..."

Xian said, depressed, "I think Elder Brother Ye Hong is going to be sad."

Jiangnan University, Tomorrow Night Tower, 503.0

The four of them looked at each other, wondering if they should continue watching the competition.

"Strange, where did Ol 'Five go at such a crucial time?"

"Maybe he hid in shame. After all, he is an assistant coach. He has to take responsibility for the team's failure."

"Go, go, go, Ol 'Five is not the kind of person to easily run away!"

Bailu City, Jing Capital Countless regretful sighs sounded from all over the place.

In the competition arena, Ruan Biying's heart was burning with anxiety. Her fingers were nervously twisted together.

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