The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"puff!"

Blood spurted from their mouths. Both Ning Feng and Li Tian were in bad shape, with Ning Feng's condition being even worse!

Half of his heart was destroyed by the exploding dark energy. Although he managed to recover by frantically maintaining it with borrowed legendary magic, it was only a temporary solution.

After all, his demonization was only temporary; his fatal physical weakness was temporarily alleviated, but he was still within the realm of mortals.

As for why Ning Feng is still alive and kicking, even thinking about launching another sneak attack, it's because his demonized body is incredibly resilient.

If we had to make an analogy, if a cockroach's toughness score is 10, then Ning Feng's score is at least 100.

At such a young age, its vitality is equivalent to that of ten cockroaches.

It's not enough to rebuild a heart, but it's still worth a try if you're low on health.

Of course, all of this is similar to a final burst of energy before death. If he is not treated quickly, and the magic power he needs to convert is exhausted, Ning Feng will surely die.

Even a hundred cockroaches couldn't save him!

Either let the enemy die suddenly so you can get treatment, or wait to bleed to death yourself.

Do we even need to choose?

He pulled the remaining longsword from his chest and threw it to the ground, letting the blood gush out, before charging towards Li Tiandu.

Blood is flowing everywhere, so a little more won't make a difference.

With his tattered bat wings flapping, Ning Feng mustered all his strength to approach Li Tiandu, taunting him as he did so:

"Stop posing as a savior!"

You were qualified before, but you are not now.

"After saying all that, it still can't hide the fact that you've given up."

Abandoning comrades, attempting to sacrifice others for personal gain, surrendering to the enemy...

"You're just scared."

Because of fear, they choose to escape, while also finding excuses to cover up their behavior.

shameful.

boom!

A large portion of the demonic bloodline was used to maintain the heart, and the remaining power was not even enough to condense a blood sword. In the end, Ning Feng could only use his demonized, sharp claws to fiercely strike Li Tiandu.

The four wings, like giant blades, blocked the attacking demon's claws, but were repelled by an explosive force during the struggle.

The stronger the will, the stronger the power.

vice versa!

"Escape? What's the point of escaping!?"

"When that day really comes, where can you hide?"

Ning Feng continued speaking, cruelly and nakedly dissecting the true nature of all of Li Tiandu's actions.

"Does that mean you only dare to deal with your own people, but don't even have the courage to raise a knife against them?"

Every word is piercing to the heart.

Finally, Li Tiandu, who was constantly using his strength to control the state of his body, roared angrily:

"Ignorant children? Do you have any like that?!"

You're all talk and no action...

laugh!

"Of course I dare!"

The sneer at the corner of his mouth hardened Li Tiandu's expression, and Ning Feng exclaimed in exaggerated surprise:

Do you think my current actions are not blasphemous enough?

Ning Feng isn't just talking about it; he's already doing it!

From the moment he first disrupted the evil god's sacrifice, he never ran away again.

To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit!

"you……"

Ning Feng's two blood swords pierced the body in a very tricky position, piercing along the part where the wings and body were connected.

Even if these wings are formed by spiritual power, and flight is not solely dependent on wings, they are still severely damaged under such destruction.

Blood gushed out, staining the black wings a dark red.

Then, he tore at the black wings and kicked Li Tiandu away again.

cough!

The impact slammed heavily against the wall from behind, and Li Tian coughed up a mouthful of black blood, or rather, vomited blood would be a more accurate description.

Following the impact of Ning Feng's power, Li Tian seized the opportunity and vomited out the blood clot that had been sealed by mental power!

No longer needing to suppress her injuries, the fallen angel cast a cold glance at the blasphemous demon.

"Enough, let's end this."

He stared at Ning Feng and used his own blood to smear the black tome that had appeared out of thin air.

"God said, 'The pastor is my messenger.'"

“God said, ‘My servants are everywhere.’”

Splash splash splash splash...

Layer upon layer of figures emerged from the fluttering pages of the book; faceless believers wielded various weapons, each radiating a powerful aura.

"Go, destroy him."

At a command, hundreds of figures rushed toward Ning Feng.

Standing still, feeling the terrifying fluctuations generated by the gathering of faceless believers, Ning Feng let out a long sigh.

"What a pity."

The momentum that had been painstakingly maintained was directly suppressed, causing it to collapse.

Black blood mixed with internal organs trickled from the corner of his mouth as Ning Feng smiled at the rapidly approaching believers.

他 说:

"If only it had ended like this."

His eyes suddenly lit up, and a deep red aura erupted from him, sweeping across the entire church.

The next moment, all the momentum dissipated, and the faceless believers in the sky stopped in mid-air.

! ! ?

what! ?

"Ugh... Ahhh!!"

Before Li Tian could finish being shocked, the first strange roar came from the mouth of the believer who was at the forefront.

He stopped in place, suddenly tore at his faceless cheeks, and then rammed his head into the believer next to him.

"Waaaaah! Ahhh!"

Then, the second sound, the third sound...

The heavy roars spread like a plague, quickly infecting all the believers.

Pairs of scarlet eyes pierced through their flesh and appeared on their faces.

These figures turned their heads 180 degrees and looked directly at the fallen angels who had their backs to them.

After the outburst, Ning Feng's momentum weakened, but his mood became more and more relaxed.

"If they were truly just spiritual beings, they wouldn't be affected. Unfortunately, they were once living beings."

They are souls, and souls that do not belong to Li Tiandu.

Anything that is a soul can be corrupted.

That's the power of a succubus.

"You have broken our agreement."

These hundreds of faceless believers are not abilities that Li Tiandu could achieve alone using props.

Other entities have intervened.

Ning Feng's wounds gradually healed, but his aura was also slowly declining.

With repeated depletion, even the strongest legendary magic will eventually reach its limit, and now even the demon form is becoming difficult to maintain.

But Ning Feng's expression remained relaxed, and he even smiled with emotion.

他 说:

"Since that's the case, there's no need for me to insist any further."

Then, Ning Feng also pulled out a book from the shadows.

Chapter Eighty: Destiny

The Book of the Forgotten, its cover adorned with scarlet cat paws, fluttered up and flipped through the pages rapidly, as if on the verge of collapse.

Splash...

A pair of withered hands reached out from the pages of the Book of the Forgotten, grabbed the mad believer, and pulled him back forcefully.

"Ugh! Ahh..."

The first faceless believer was easily dragged into the book without his knowledge, and soon after, eerie chewing sounds came from within.

Kacha kacha...

Although it cannot compare to the Faceless Cult in terms of imposing presence, it is no less eerie.