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Chapter 190 Angel Armed Forces VS God's Cry Battlefield!

"Well done!"

A fighting spirit flashed in Lu Yan's eyes. He suddenly exerted force with his wrist, using the pull of the boundary line to drag Dean towards him.

At the same time, the Thousand Blade Shadows danced, condensing into a wall of blades in front of him, directly facing Dean.

Dean's pupils contracted slightly. He quickly loosened one end of the flail and retreated rapidly. At the same time, holy light surged around him, condensing into a holy light shield that blocked Lu Yan's blade shadow.

"Sneer"

The blade struck the Holy Light Shield with a piercing sound, causing the shield to tremble violently and develop a shallow crack. Dean was also forced back several steps by the impact of the blade.

The two exchanged blows briefly, barely managing to draw a victory, which only fueled Lu Yan's growing excitement.

This Dean not only has strong basic attributes, but also extremely skillful combat techniques, combining offense and defense, making him more troublesome than any opponent he had encountered before.

Dean was also surprised, as he had originally thought that beings from inferior civilizations were easily defeated.

But Lu Yan before him, whether in terms of reaction speed, combat skills, or his own strength, far exceeded his expectations.

This level of strength would definitely be considered elite even among advanced civilizations.

Dean's eyes darkened, and he no longer held back. With a thought, the discarded flail reformed and flew back into his hand.

He flipped his wrist, and the flail suddenly burst forth with an extremely dazzling holy light, instantly engulfing Lu Yan's entire vision, and even the surrounding void was dyed gold by this holy light.

At the same time, all the holy light spikes on the flail broke free of the chains and transformed into countless tiny holy light spikes, which shot out in all directions like a torrential rain, covering all of Lu Yan's escape routes.

At the critical moment, Lu Yan had no time to think and immediately activated the Blood Blade Illusion Weapon.

Suddenly, a dense crimson light emanated from his body, and countless sharp blood blades shot out from the light, forming an impenetrable barrier of blood blades that precisely blocked all the holy light spikes that were shot at him.

The holy light spikes struck the blood blade with a piercing sound, and countless tiny fragments of light and blood mist flew everywhere, but they failed to harm Lu Yan in the slightest.

Even after blocking all the holy light spikes, Lu Yan did not pause at all. With a thought, the blood blades changed direction and rushed straight towards Dean like a rain of arrows.

Dean's eyes narrowed, and his figure transformed into a dazzling holy light as he swiftly retreated, simultaneously crossing his arms over his chest and rapidly reciting obscure holy prayers.

Then, a semi-transparent angelic phantom suddenly appeared behind him. The angel had six wings and emitted a magnificent holy light, firmly protecting him in its embrace and forming a solid defensive barrier.

"Divinely Bestowed Skill: Angelic Protection!"

"A divinely bestowed skill?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan's heart stirred, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

This was the first time he had ever seen so-called "divinely bestowed skills," which were quite different from their sequence skills.

But before he could observe closely, the six wings behind the angel suddenly trembled, and two pairs of wings spontaneously shattered.

"Is it impossible to use the power of the gods perfectly here?"

Dean frowned slightly, but wasn't too worried.

Even if they are just two-winged angels, they are still within the realm of gods and cannot be defeated by just anyone.

However, Lu Yan clearly wouldn't hold back because of this. With a thought, countless blood-red blades rained down on the angelic phantom behind Dean.

Dean shook his head slightly upon seeing this, a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

Angelic protection is a gift from the true God. Except for a few skills or artifacts with special attributes, any other attack will not only fail to break through the defense, but will also be completely purified by the holy light, becoming energy to nourish the angelic phantom.

The thought had barely formed when countless blood-red blades landed on the angelic phantom without any obstruction, embedding themselves directly into the translucent light and shadow.

The purification that Dean had anticipated did not occur. Instead of being worn away by the holy light, the blood blades were covered with a layer of light golden holy light patterns, which perfectly blended with the holy light of the angel phantom, as if they came from the same source.

"Angel's Blood?"

Dean's pupils shrank, his face filled with astonishment. He never expected that this opponent from a lower civilization would possess angelic blood.

But in just a moment, he realized what was happening and his brows furrowed slightly.

That wasn't true angelic blood; it was just a clumsy imitation.

Even so, a hint of surprise still arose in his heart, and he advised again.

"I never imagined your world would also have traces of Holy Light. Your talent is truly rare. Don't you really consider embracing the Holy Light and receiving the protection of the true God?"

"Sorry, I only believe in myself."

Lu Yan shrugged and refused outright.

Just as Dean was about to say something more, a deep crimson hue quietly seeped out from beneath the holy light patterns on the surface of the blood blade, like ink dripping into clear water, and quickly spread to the angelic phantom.

The moment the angelic phantom touched the crimson stain, the previously stable flow of holy light suddenly fluctuated violently, and its radiance dimmed at a visible speed.

Even its outstretched, sacred wings twitched slightly, and the once indestructible defensive barrier was instantly covered with fine cracks.

Blood Wedge·Seal!

"Impossible! How can your blood suppress the protection of angels? This is a power bestowed by the true God!"

Dean's arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by astonishment and disbelief. He roared angrily, his voice tinged with barely concealed panic.

As soon as he finished speaking, a thought flashed through his mind, and a blazing golden holy fire immediately ignited on the phantom of the angel protecting him, attempting to quickly dissolve the sealing power contained within the blood blade.

Blood Blade is ultimately like water without roots. Faced with this suicidal fighting style, it was gradually worn away by the Holy Flame of the Angels, leaving only a faint blood-red mark lingering on the phantom.

But at that very moment, Dean was suddenly alarmed, and a strong sense of unease instantly swept over his entire body.

He suddenly turned his head and shone the light on the place where the blood blades had disappeared. There, phantom soldiers, each radiating different elemental spiritual light, were revealed.

These phantom soldiers were translucent and radiant, appearing almost real from a distance, and exuding a fierce aura.

In the next instant, these phantom soldiers suddenly erupted, carrying a world-destroying force, and forcibly broke through the already cracked defensive barrier of the angel phantom, heading straight for Dean's face like an arrow released from a bow.

At the same time, Lu Yan also flashed, turning into a blur, and followed closely behind Huanbing.

He raised the Thousand-Slash Blade high in his hand, and thousands of blade shadows overlapped together, condensing into a magnificent and unparalleled blade aura. With a sharp sound of tearing through the air, it slashed straight at Dean's head, sealing off all his escape routes.

Dean completely abandoned his missionary thoughts at this moment, his expression became extremely solemn, and the holy light around him trembled slightly.

He finally realized that he had never properly assessed this opponent from a lesser civilization.

The opponent's combat strength and cunning far exceeded his expectations, and were even stronger than many of the elites of Paradise Mountain.

His eyes blazed with holy light, and a complex and sacred magic circle of light suddenly lit up the ground beneath his feet.

Within the magic array, countless golden divine runes rapidly swirled and intertwined, transforming into a set of holy light armor as white as jade, firmly enveloping his entire body.

Then, the flail that Dean had discarded suddenly transformed into beams of holy light, flying rapidly toward Dean and coalescing behind him into a pair of enormous, holy angel wings. As the wings unfolded, holy light filled the sky.

Divinely Bestowed Skill: Angelic Armament!

Suddenly, Dean's aura increased exponentially, surpassing Lu Yan in an instant. His divine pressure became increasingly overwhelming, making it difficult for people to breathe.

Moreover, Lu Yan could clearly sense that Dean's emotional fluctuations were gradually weakening, and his once vibrant eyes were becoming increasingly indifferent and cold, as if he had shed all human emotions and transformed into a god who looked down upon all living beings.

Those who blaspheme the light shall be punished!

A strange and majestic voice came from Dean's mouth, not his usual tone, but with a sacred rage that could not be profaned.

Lu Yan's heart tightened, and a strong sense of crisis instantly struck him. Without the slightest hesitation, he flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The next instant, a dazzling golden beam of light descended from the sky with earth-shattering power, precisely piercing through the spot where Lu Yan had been standing. The beam of light smashed a deep crater into the platform, sending debris flying everywhere.

Before Lu Yan could catch his breath, a continuous stream of golden beams of light descended from the sky, raining down on him and blocking all his escape routes.

With his enhanced reaction and movement speed after his Dao Foundation was strengthened, Lu Yan moved nimbly among the dense pillars of light, his figure as agile as a ghost. He managed to dodge the attacks of the pillars of light every time, without suffering the slightest injury.

But he remained vigilant, his eyes fixed on Dean, who was covered in angelic armor, in the center of the platform, his emotions complex.

There was anticipation for the unknown cultivation system of Paradise Mountain, excitement at facing an equally matched opponent, and a touch of solemnity.

Dean's strength far surpassed any opponent he had ever encountered before, and it made him truly feel the terrifying power of cultivators from beyond the realm.

[Bloodblade Berserker has sensed the aura of a god and desperately wants to devour it!]

Suddenly, the Devouring God Coffin within Lu Yan's body began to stir violently, and a strong desire to devour emanated from within the coffin.

Lu Yan made no attempt to suppress himself. With a thought, he allowed the Devouring God Coffin to spew out all the golden treasures within its body.

In an instant, more than a dozen golden artifacts, enveloped in a dense crimson light, swirled and danced around Lu Yan, forming an impenetrable defensive barrier that blocked all the incoming golden beams of light.

Dean remained calm and composed despite the sight. The angel wings behind him fluttered gently, and countless white angel feathers rained down, completely enveloping his body.

The moment all the feathers fell to the ground, Dean's figure vanished without a trace, leaving only countless angelic feathers fluttering in the air, gleaming with a lustrous sheen under the blessing of holy light.

The next instant, golden beams of light fell densely again, but as they fell, they were strangely refracted whenever they touched the angelic feathers. The power of the beams of light did not weaken, but instead became more solid and sharp.

In a short while, the entire platform was filled with refracted golden light, like a giant net of light that enveloped Lu Yan completely, leaving him no way to escape.

The golden artifacts hovering around Lu Yan were quickly riddled with holes and their spiritual light dimmed under the impact of the dense golden light, indicating that they had been severely damaged.

But just as Lu Yan was about to be engulfed by countless golden rays, he stomped his right foot heavily.

The platform beneath their feet trembled violently, and a heavy, dense aura of slaughter suddenly spread out, instantly engulfing the entire circular platform and blotting out the sky.

As the blood mist slowly dissipated, countless broken weapons were revealed on the platform.

These weapons, rusted and stained with thick blood, exude a chilling aura and overwhelming resentment, inspiring fear in all who behold them.

[Domain: Battlefield of Gods' Tears]!

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