The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　A pale blue cocoon with stars outlined on the surface, emitting a biting cold air.

　The moment the cocoon was formed, the ice blocked the surrounding stairs, protecting the moon dust tightly.

　Aurora gathered her spiritual power and tried to interfere with the formation of ice, but she found that the ice strings that were pried open were as solid as rocks.

　They are born under the mechanism of the String of Truth.

　In other words, Yuechen had already prepared a life-saving mechanism for when he suffered a fatal injury.

　"...Heh, coward~"

　Aurora swung her musket and turned to the other side.

　After the tremor of the space-time displacement of the Hanging Garden, the Supreme Praiser, who seemed to have been suppressing something before, suddenly moved faster.

　His wide robe was burned with countless holes by the flames, and sparks were dragging on the broken surfaces. Flames were spurting out from the gaps between the arm armor under the robe, and his claws were wrapped in golden flames.

　At this moment, he seemed no longer a sacred priest, but a ferocious beast.

　Under the fierce attack of the jackal, Xingmo seemed unable to withstand it.

　Aurora was just about to help Xingmo when suddenly, a roar came from the sky!

　She looked up suddenly and found that the String of Truth had begun to accumulate energy again!

　There is no doubt that even if Yuechen was forced into the cocoon state, the String of Truth did not stop!

　It flickered, ready to issue the next command given by Moondust - to open the White Tower.

　Seeing this, Aurora clasped her hands together, sensing the divine power flowing through her body.

　Xing Mo only felt a burning sensation in her chest. She lowered her head and saw that the Angel's Tears were flashing green light patterns.

　Aurora is mobilizing her divine power to suppress the String of Truth!

　The Supreme Praiser noticed this, and he swung his claws violently, raising a wave of fire that pounced on Xingmo, and then rushed towards Aurora while Xingmo was resisting.

　Before he could run a few steps, a golden barrier unfolded in front of him.

　"Oh!"

　The Supreme Praiser was bounced back by the golden light that exploded from the barrier. He turned around and saw Xingmo tapping the ground lightly with his cane.

　"Your opponent is me, the Jackal."

　"Why rush to bring forward your own death?" The praiser sneered.

　He suddenly grabbed in the air, and a torrent of fire rushed towards Xingmo.

　Xingmo quickly tapped the ground with his scepter, and the sound of the divine bones hitting the ground repeatedly rang the strings. Countless flames surged out from the air and collided with the Supreme Praiser.

　The extremely high temperature accumulated repeatedly in the air, gradually forming a fireball like the sun, and even the space itself seemed to have cracks.

　Then, almost at the same time, the two of them plucked the strings vigorously—

　"boom--"

　The deep and long sound of the Fire String Resonator rang out, and the fireball exploded. The turbulent flames washed over the marble pillars at the top of the garden, leaving charred marks on them.

　Amidst the turbulence, Xingmo held the spine of Saint Aolos in one hand and popped out the ribs of Saint Nero with the other.

　She rushed towards the praiser, and the praiser also rushed towards her, and the two arcs of flame intertwined in an instant—

　"boom"

　A golden flame exploded, and then another, and another. The temperature at the intersection of the Divine Bone Sword and the Jackal Claw was close to the surface of the sun! If any mortal object approached that high temperature, it might be instantly vaporized!

　Yet, neither of them was harmed by the heat—how could a demigod fear the might of nature? They themselves were the very embodiment of that might!

　"clang--"

　"clang--"

　"clang--"

　During the collision, golden light burst out, and the divine bone sword slashed on the jackal's intertwined claws.

　After a brief delay, the claws shattered and exploded into countless sparks.

　Taking advantage of this moment, Xingmo rushed forward and stabbed the sharp blade of Saint Nero's Rib into the chest of the Praiser.

　Countless black threads attacked from all directions and pierced the jackal's body, causing him to stiffen slightly.

　The next second, the Supreme Praiser quickly retreated, leaving a projection controlled by the dark string in place.

　Xing Mo swung his sleeve sword, and the projection exploded, turning into flying sparks.

　The Praiser shook his hands. Now, his iron claws had been destroyed, and the black flesh was exposed in the air.

　Those pieces of flesh were stitching themselves together bit by bit, obviously possessing extremely strong healing abilities.

　His body, like those of the filthy people, possesses a strong vitality and is difficult to kill...

　He can use the projection as his scapegoat, defeating him once is useless...

　In this case, Xingmo only has one strategy left.

　That's consumption.

　Now, her body carries a portion of the Godhead of the Tree of Life, serving as a medium for Aurora to use the Godhead.

　At the Saint level, she wouldn't be able to withstand it, but she is now a demigod.

　Even though her spirit is not stable at the moment, the divinity within her is genuine.

　This means that the spiritual power she can currently use is endless!

　Then let's see how far the Supreme Praiser can go.

　Xing Mo swung the Divine Bone Sword, snapped his fingers, and praised quickly.

　She did not use the magic of the astral realm at will, but instead used fire strings, the same fire strings as the Praiser.

　On the premise that the authority of the Flame Spirit cannot be destroyed, the master of Xingmo's Fire String.

　The resonance string of the High Praiser is also fire, so Xingmo is confident that he can surpass the Praiser in the performance of the fire string!

　"Snapped!"

　With a snap of the fingers, sparks flowed from all directions towards the praiser.

　The Supreme Praiser swung his claws violently, and the flaming claws covered his hands again.

　He flicked away the sparks with his hand and rushed towards Xingmo again.

　Xing Mo met the attack with the Divine Bone Sword, and the two began a close combat again. Every collision released terrifying high temperatures, and the space was constantly distorted.

　The stream of blazing fire split the space into countless small pieces. Xing Mo felt as if an endless amount of power was surging from her body, driving her to continuously swing the divine bone sword in her hand.

　With every move, the brilliant trajectory of Mars is like snowflakes falling in the February sky, frozen in time and space.

　It's not freezing, it's extremely high temperature!

　Xing Mo's hands were burning! Her soul grew hotter as the sun rotated behind her, burning her eyes into a brilliant gold!

　She laughed uncontrollably while swinging her sword:

　“Haha…hahahaha!”

　Her movements became faster and faster amidst her laughter, and the golden arcs of light gradually formed into a fierce storm, continuously pushing back the Supreme Praiser.

　“Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding——”

　Then, Xing Mo saw a turning point in the clash of weapons -

　"Sizzle!"

　The Divine Bone Sword drew an arc of light, once again tearing apart the claws of the Supreme Praiser and cutting a glowing crack in his chest!

　The Jackal stumbled back and fell to his knees, his eyes flickering behind his mask.

　"In the realm of Fire String, you can't beat me!" Xing Mo shouted, "Hehe... Hahaha! You are just a pathetic..."

　Her eyes widened, she covered her forehead and took a deep breath.

　The madness was spilling out, and she hadn't noticed it until now!

　Xing Mo rubbed his temples, allowing his expression and spirit to gradually calm down.

　In the previous battle, her soul was burning, and at the same time, her physical fitness and extraordinary perception rose by several levels.

　But the price was... her consciousness was suddenly invaded by unspeakable madness...

　"You can't control the madness."

　The Supreme Praiser stood up and shook his hand that had lost five fingers, and the black flesh and blood reshaped again.

　"Even if you steal the supreme power from the grave, you are still just a mortal."

　"Isn't it annoying... all the time it's about mortals... the Supreme..." Xing Mo closed his eyes and frowned, gently pressing his temples, "So many mortals are living and working in peace, and the Supreme you admire... where is it now?"

　"The Supreme Being has been blasphemed, and the goddess is the blasphemer," the jackal whispered. "The false god killed the true Lord and displaced the Golden People."

　"Jackal, you know full well that the Night of Fire was caused by your god going mad," Xingmo whispered. "You were at the altar in the ancient city that day. It was the rain of fire that fell first, wasn't it? It was the Golden Sun that destroyed the civilization of the Golden People. Everything you've said is nothing but a lie."

　When Xingmo told the historical truth that he had glimpsed from God, the Supreme Praiser remained silent.

　Only after she finished speaking did the jackal whisper:

　"It has been my duty to serve the Most High, from eternity to this day."

　"Don't you think you're ridiculous?" Xingmo whispered. "You've used countless lies to lead the Golden People down this path. You lurk in the shadows of the garden, using vicious lies to lure people toward a tragic fate, all to further your so-called revenge against the goddess."

　"But even that desire for revenge is nothing more than a castle in the air built on lies..."

　"Shut up..." The Supreme Praiser growled, "You have never seen the rain of fire falling from the sky..."

　"I've seen it." Xing Mo said in a low voice.

　"You will witness it."

　The Supreme Praiser spoke to himself, and his pair of iron claws clenched tightly.

　"Pfft-"

　His armor and robes all exploded, revealing pure black, hideous flesh.

　That's definitely not a human body, it's more like some kind of beast...

　He was like a jackal standing upright and strong!

　A golden sun wheel was outlined on his flesh and blood, turning into a sun totem, making a "sizzling" sound as it burned his flesh and blood.

　"Mortal! How dare you speak so rudely of the Most High!" roared the Supreme Praiser. "When the Most High looks upon your city, all heresy will be reduced to ashes in gold!"

　The jackal raised its head and howled at the sky.

　And under his roar, the eight strings vibrated!

　Eight-string magic, Eye of Yi!

　Xing Mo had witnessed the power of this demigod-level magic in the desert camp: a crack opened up, and a corner of the sun hung above the earth, and the extreme high temperature destroyed everything on the surface!

　When this sun appears over the academy, half of the academy may be directly destroyed!

　Xingmo didn't know what the situation was on the street right now, but what she knew was that if you get this close to the sun, nothing can survive.

　No matter whether it is a human or a supernatural being, it is impossible to survive.

　"!"

　Xing Mo wanted to stop the Praiser's spell, but his figure gradually faded in the surge of black and white light and shadow, and then reappeared under the sky.

　The Supreme Praiser used spirit walking to create distance.

　Seeing this, Xingmo played the strings with his magic wand without hesitation.

　Trying to interfere with the Supreme Praiser's call to the Sun.

　But at this moment, Huo Xian seemed not to belong to her anymore - black hair continued to grow on the body of the Supreme Praiser, making him look more and more like a real jackal!

　He is overloading his own extraordinary factors, exchanging loss of control for super-personal power!

　Just by looking at him, Xing Mo could feel the madness emanating from the Supreme Praiser.

　But the eyes behind the jackal mask were as calm as ever, as if he had long been accustomed to everything.

　Over the millennia that spanned eternity, perhaps he had long since grown accustomed to the company of madness...