I have a city in another world

If one's cultivation is suddenly and violently interrupted during the recovery process, it will definitely have an impact.

The Blood Poison Witch Lord was both shocked and furious. He didn't know how Angel had found him, but he knew that this was not the time to dwell on such matters.

We must evacuate immediately to resolve this crisis, and then find a way to retaliate.

That annoying bastard, he didn't get blown up by the trap last time, he definitely won't be so lucky next time.

The thought flashed through his mind, and the Blood Poison Witch Lord vanished in an instant.

Seeing this, Angel remained calm and quickly slipped away.

The next second, the earth shook violently, and the entire underground space was completely destroyed.

A disheveled figure emerged from the dust; it was none other than the Blood Poison Witch Lord who had just gone missing.

He looked at Angel in the distance with a face full of anger, only to find that the other was staring at him with a mocking gaze.

"Why don't you run? Let's see if you can get out of here!"

Angel's words were full of mockery, and he was certain that his prey could not escape, so he did not rush to chase after it.

Looking around, both in the sky and on the ground, one sees temple servants in full armor everywhere.

These divine servants are at least at the third level of cultivation, and there are even a few sixth-level cultivators among them.

To deal with the demigod cultivators, the Starshine Temple has deployed its elite forces, determined to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop.

The Blood Poison Witch Lord sneered repeatedly. If it were in the past, this group of divine servants would be like clay chickens and earthenware dogs, and the Blood Poison Witch Lord would not take them seriously at all.

But at this moment, his cultivation level was only at the third level, so how could he possibly defeat a group of divine servants?
Although mastering some secret techniques can enable one to defeat enemies of a higher level, it is ultimately of no use.

Angel, that beast, knows demigods very well and would never leave any loopholes.

The once unbridled Blood Poison Witch Lord suddenly felt a sense of fear, lest his path of cultivation be cut off.

To get to where we are today, we have gone through countless hardships and dangers, and escaped death countless times.

Having faced death threats and killed countless enemies and strangers, he had long since lost the fear of death.

What demigod cultivators fear is not death, but the resentment of failing to become gods, for they have paid far too high a price to achieve this goal.

Despite his deep reluctance, the Blood Poison Witch Lord had no choice but to face reality and beg Angel for forgiveness.

"Let me go this time, and I can do three things for you and draw up a contract of rules."

Such a statement is quite humble; in the past, the Blood Poison Witch Lord would never have said such a thing.

Angel was well aware that the other side was truly at its wit's end and had no chance of turning the tide.

However, the Blood Poison Witch Lord's compromise did not bring him the excitement he had expected, but instead gave him a faint sense of desolation and regret.

Although they are enemies, they are also the same kind of people, and at this moment they cannot help but feel a sense of shared sorrow.

"If you survive the attack, I certainly won't hunt you down anymore. If you don't survive, you can only blame your bad luck."

The other demigods were captured and sent to the temple prison to await further processing.

Dead corpses are worthless, but living demigods have the opportunity to create enormous profits.

This plan is designed for other demigod cultivators, but it is not applicable to the Blood Poison Witch Lord, simply because this guy is a must-kill target.

The deep-seated hatred between the two sides is irreconcilable, and this opportunity must be seized to eliminate them, otherwise they will inevitably suffer retaliation and scheming from the other side sooner or later.

It might even affect one's ability to obtain extraordinary inheritance.

Angel might have been able to tolerate other things, but this was absolutely unacceptable.

The Blood Poison Witch Lord's expression changed drastically. Angel's arrangement clearly indicated that he did not intend to let him live.

That damned beast! We should have killed him, even at the cost of our lives. Now that he's in their hands, there's no chance of survival; no amount of sacrifice can change the outcome.

Realizing that the outcome could not be changed, Blood Poison Lord's face twisted like a ferocious demon as he glared menacingly at Angel.

"You are willing to be a dog and be driven by the Starshine Temple, so you must have gotten the benefits you wanted."

If I'm not mistaken, it must be related to the path to godhood, and it's a sure thing!

Before Angel could answer, he continued to roar coldly, "Why should such an opportunity be obtained by a beast like you, who is worse than a pig or a dog, while I am destined to suffer so much pain and end up with nothing!"

I hate this damned Heaven, why is it so unfair?

At this moment, the Blood Poison Witch Lord roared out the resentment and anger that had been building up in his heart, like a child crying out after suffering countless grievances.

Outsiders simply cannot imagine that this ruthless killer has such an unknown side.

Angel merely sneered and waved his hand to issue the attack order.

The temple servants guarding the area launched an attack without hesitation. The best way to deal with an enemy who was fighting against them was to grind him to dust.

Destroy both mentally and physically, giving the opponent no chance to resist, killing as many as possible until they are completely wiped out.

As servants of God's Kingdom, their mission is to uphold the dignity of God's Kingdom and clear away all obstacles and enemies.

Amidst the fierce attacks, a roar of unwilling anger rang out, but it quickly fell silent.

Angel stood quietly in place, as if none of this concerned him, or perhaps he was pondering something.

By the time the attack ended, the figure he hated had been completely annihilated.

"Collect the bodies immediately, leaving nothing behind, and thoroughly clean up the area."

Even gods can be killed, let alone demigods whose cultivation level has fallen. Facing a concentrated attack from a group of divine servants, their chances of survival are extremely slim.

Divine servants are no ordinary cultivators. They practice top-tier techniques, are equipped with high-level gear, are loyal and fearless, and possess exceptionally strong combat power.

For the enemy, such an opponent is a nightmare.

The battlefield cleanup was completed quickly. The Blood Poison Witch Lord was indeed reduced to ashes, and his remains were burned by flames and turned into ash before being dissolved in a dissolving agent.

Compared to being reduced to ashes, this is far more thorough and decisive, leaving absolutely no possibility of resurrection.

Eliminating his biggest worry did not make Angel relax; instead, he became even more proactive and hardworking.

He knew very well that the closer to the critical moment, the more likely something unexpected would happen.

Until the very last moment, before victory is secured, the situation can turn around at any time.

As a demigod cultivator who has experienced far too much, it is impossible for him to make such a basic mistake.

The chaos in the city continued, with various forces embroiled in the conflict and locked in fierce fighting.

Among all the forces, the temple is the strongest, almost sweeping away all enemies.

Fortunately, the temple has a clear objective: to attack only the enemy. If there are no entanglements or involvements, there is no need to worry.

If they cooperate with the alliance and collude with demigod cultivators in secret, they will be doomed to die this time.

In the beginning, some factions resisted and even tried to take the opportunity to destroy the temple.

But as it turns out, this was nothing but wishful thinking, and it only hastened his death.

After realizing they were no match for the temple, the Alliance monks and their henchmen decisively chose to flee.

Unable to stay in the city, they could only flee to the outskirts, where they eked out a living in a perilous environment. (End of Chapter)