Resisting temptation makes you stronger? I'm going to build a base and cultivate martial arts.

The white wolf turned its head to look over.

The sky was bathed in golden light.

Father John, dressed in a black robe, was floating in mid-air.

If it weren't for his slightly dark complexion, he would look like a god incarnate.

This layer of golden light is so striking.

For a moment, it seemed as if the attention of everyone in the audience had been drawn to it.

But the outliers are different.

The thick black fog has disappeared and never returned.

The giant mosquitoes inexplicably kept staring at the White Wolf's group, refusing to leave even after countless deaths and injuries.

Moreover, their support is endless, constantly flying in from the Gate of the Others.

The armor of flesh and blood was covered in countless cracks, like a silent mockery.

It seemed to be able to judge strength, completely ignoring all the strong individuals, and simply kept chasing after the high school students who came to take the exam, grabbing one and stuffing it into its stomach.

They wouldn't even let go of the corpses of cultivators they occasionally found.

Enraged, Qin Chutian, accompanied by four trusted men, rushed over to intercept them.

The only ones that reacted to the golden light were the gray-white muscular giants.

As if provoked, they stood up and rushed towards Father John.

It's not very noticeable from a distance.

Halfway through the race, they suddenly felt as if they were stepping on invisible steps, and their speed increased, as they charged upwards at an angle step by step.

A few dozen people, yet they charged forward with the force of ten thousand galloping horses.

Father John did not confront the enemy head-on, but instead chose to fly backward, using his maneuverability to move up and down the slope.

Only after the instructors and professional killers from the Eastern Region had gathered and begun attacking the gray-white giants on the ground did he suddenly pull himself up.

Because everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, only advanced cultivators in the Eastern Region are allowed to fly.

Therefore, the best strategy now is to let the warriors deal with the giants, while John himself destroys the alien gate high in the sky.

Unfortunately, the gray-white giants seemed to have a strong aversion to the golden light.

No matter how the warriors below harassed them, they kept their eyes fixed on John and relentlessly attacked him.

It seemed that if things continued like this, the situation would only reach a stalemate.

Left with no other choice, John clenched his left hand into a fist in front of his chest.

With his right hand, he quickly tapped his forehead, chest, abdomen, and both shoulders once each.

Then put your hands together.

The golden light emanating from him became even more dazzling.

The next moment, four golden magic circles appeared in the sky.

Four angels with long wings shot out from the center, each wielding a spear.

They seemed to possess some kind of intelligence; without being commanded, they pounced on the nearby aliens on their own.

But that's not what John wanted.

He pointed to the sky and shouted, "The target is the Gate of the Others!"

But the angels only glanced at him before engaging in combat with the gray-white giants.

John stared at the angels for a while, then inexplicably turned to look at the Thorn Faction members in the distance.

Without hesitation, he easily bypassed the battlefield, intending to fly to the Gate of the Otherworld on his own.

At this moment, a dozen or so of the gray-white giants split off and continued the chase.

The four angels didn't even care about John's life, the one who summoned them; they just kept stabbing him with their spears, enjoying the thrill of killing.

……

On the ground, the white wolf cleaved seven giant mosquitoes in two with a single sword strike, muttering between wits, "Don't these summoned angels understand human language?"

Jingxi's hands were completely frozen by frost.

With her icy fists, she swatted mosquitoes one by one: "In sacred hymns, angels are divine servants, belonging to the higher order. It's remarkable that Father John could summon them."

The students in Class Yichou were all amazed.

As people from the East Coast, whose power originates from themselves, they find it hard to imagine a scene where someone is bowing and scraping to something they themselves created.

The white wolf glanced around.

The situation is not good.

That armor of flesh and blood possessed a profound understanding of human nature.

It constantly uses the weak to defend itself against attacks, and occasionally grabs students to use as weapons.

When the pursuers are in a panic, it will use its sturdy body to charge forward.

Two martial artists who followed Qin Chutian were successfully ambushed and have been devoured.

Another person had an arm torn off.

The remaining person was also panicked and clearly had lost their composure.

Fortunately, the monks from the Administration Bureau had already surrounded the entire area.

White Wolf also saw Fang Chi gesturing in their direction from a short distance, signaling the people from Class Yichou to leave as soon as possible.

The giant mosquitoes were starting to thin out, which meant they had been stopped.

So White Wolf simply led the Yichou Class, keeping watch on the center while slowly moving towards the outer circle.

……

In the sky, the white giant seemed to know John's purpose.

They would sometimes entwine, and sometimes retreat back to the vicinity of the Gate of the Others.

John wasted most of the day, but still got no results.

Half a day later, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He pointed his finger sharply into the air and roared again.

But this time, his voice was powerful and resonant, like thunder echoing through the heavens and earth.

"God said, 'Destroy the gate of heretics!'"

The four angels suddenly stopped.

The gray-white giant didn't stop, seizing every opportunity to strike repeatedly.

But the angels did not retaliate.

They turned their heads, their spears aimed at their summoners.

But at that moment, wisps of blood mist first appeared on Father John's body, as if a layer of blood was burning.

The next moment, golden light suddenly burst forth, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The angels trembled for a while, but ultimately flew towards the Gate of the Heretics with reluctance.

The gray-white giants followed behind.

Although it wasn't voluntary, once the angels used their wings, they could fly extremely fast.

In less than a second, they rushed to the vicinity of the Gate of the Others.

This time, no further orders were needed; the angels spontaneously began to use their spears to unleash their spiritual power and start destroying everything in their path.

In mid-air, Father John breathed a sigh of relief.

As he dodged, he prepared to use divine hymns to bless and empower the angels.

Suddenly, his body froze.

The golden light emanating from his body resembled an unstable circuit in a light bulb.

First it went completely out, then it came back on.

It flickered intermittently a few times.

As if realizing something, John first turned his head to look at a corner of the sky, then a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly slammed his fist into his chest.

A cloud of blood mist was sprayed out.

The blood flames on his body instantly burned even more intensely.

The next moment, four angels exploded in mid-air like fireworks.

The fluctuations of spiritual energy surged like a tide, spreading in all directions.

The four closest alien gates were destroyed immediately.

The aftershocks of the explosion also blasted four holes in the giant vines.

The giant vine creaked for two seconds before tearing apart at the opening.

The lower half continues to stand on the earth.

The upper half, however, seemed to be pulled by someone in the sky, quickly shrinking into the clouds.

……

The aftershocks of the spiritual energy explosion fell from the sky.

Both humans and white giants were impacted by this giant wave and were unable to move at all.

Only the flesh and armor remained completely unaffected and free.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, it casually ate the one-armed man, then set its sights on the last collapsing monk and pounced straight at him.

Seeing that almost all of his subordinates who had been brought out were dead.

In his rage, Qin Chutian's mindset completely lost its balance.

Ignoring his physical condition, he forcibly reversed his spiritual energy to regain his mobility.

Then, gathering his strength, he unleashed a powerful punch.

The spiritual energy clashed within his body and then seeped out from between his fists, causing the air to explode like smoke wherever it went.

Because of the lack of time, the force was insufficient to damage the armor.

But Qin Chutian never intended to defeat the enemy.

He only wanted to use this moment of turmoil to rescue his subordinates.

Suddenly, a scream rang out.

Before the smoke had even cleared, a gaping maw covered in sharp spikes lunged forward, defying the explosion.

Qin Chutian's eyes widened.

"Its target is me!"

At this moment, his muscles, affected by the disordered spiritual energy, had become completely stiff.

It will take at least another second to recover.

It looked like Qin Chutian was about to be eaten alive.

Fortunately, Fang Chi had already arrived.

He swung his leg sideways.

It may seem slow, but it can create a sonic boom in an instant.

"boom!"

The flesh and armor was kicked away.

Seeing that the crowd had gathered around it, it stopped struggling and quickly fled outside.