usatvline Chapter 159 Slapping the Fallen High Priest in the Face 17
Chapter 159 Slapping the Fallen High Priest in the Face 17
The power of darkness condensed into a thick fog, and all the plants and animals that came into contact with it were corrupted by the power of darkness.
The Grand Elder led the divine servants, who lined up in a neat and majestic formation.
They moved in unison, like well-trained soldiers, demonstrating exceptional discipline and order.
These attendants held aloft scepters symbolizing divine power, their heads gleaming with dazzling light.
With the Grand Elder's command, they pointed their scepters at the undead army.
Instantly, beams of brilliant light surged forth from the scepter, like a swarm of dazzling meteors streaking across the sky, carrying boundless hope and power as they hurtled towards the darkness.
The golden power of light and the power of darkness met in the air, creating a tremendous energy impact.
The entire space was shaken by this powerful force, as if everything in the world was trembling.
The forces of light and darkness intertwined and collided, creating a spectacular and awe-inspiring scene.
Before the low-level undead at the forefront could even launch an attack, they were knocked to the ground by the violent energy.
A mass of gray-black skeletons lay sprawled on the ground, a truly gruesome sight.
There were many low-level undead; as one group fell, another group continued to advance.
They have no sense of pain, nor any organs for vocalization; they communicate with each other solely through the rhythmic clattering of their teeth.
Only a small number of high-level undead can produce sound by vibrating their throat bones through cultivation.
On the battlefield, the rhythmic clanging of teeth from the undead side was like a death symphony, low and somber, chilling to the bone.
The clicking sound was like the trembling of teeth in a human's shiver; each collision seemed to carry the breath of death, sending chills down one's spine.
The attendants were affected; their minds were unsettled, and the hands holding their scepters trembled slightly, causing the light they emitted to dim considerably.
After the elder realized this, he spoke encouraging words, but to little avail.
They numbered only a thousand, while the undead army opposite them was as numerous as carp crossing a river, a terrifying sight.
All the divine servants present were experiencing such a scene for the first time, and even those with strong hearts couldn't help but tremble slightly with fear.
Seeing that the morale of the crowd had plummeted to rock bottom and the once powerful light energy was gradually weakening, the Grand Elder was extremely anxious.
He knew that if things continued like this, they would not be able to defeat the dark forces.
So he mustered all his strength and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Great God of Light, please come and save your people!"
"We need your strength, we need your guidance, we need your protection!"
"Please descend upon this land and bestow upon us courage and hope! Let us once again feel your radiance and warmth!"
With the Grand Elder's shouts, the divine servants seemed to have finally found their pillar of support.
They echoed the elder's shouts, their hearts filled with hope as they awaited a miracle.
However, as time passed, there was no indication that the God of Light would descend.
Just when people were beginning to despair, suddenly, a dazzling pillar of light appeared in the sky.
The beam of light seemed to come from the heavens and fall straight down to the earth, as if to illuminate the entire world.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden sight and looked up at the sky.
They saw that the pillar of light was like a giant pillar, reaching straight to the sky, radiating endless light and energy.
At the center of the beam of light, a slender figure could be vaguely seen.
When the light faded, everyone took a closer look and realized that the person was none other than their Holy Son of the Temple of Light!
Leng Yuexing turned to face the undead army and gently waved the scepter she was holding towards them.
The powerful and dazzling light, like a brilliant sun, swept towards the undead army in an instant.
This power of light, like a surging torrent, carrying the force to destroy all darkness, launched a thunderous attack on the undead army.
When the power of light came into contact with the army of the dead, it was as if the whole world was illuminated.
Those low-level undead at the forefront were simply unable to withstand this powerful force.
Their bodies began to disintegrate the moment they came into contact with the power of light, turning into dust that floated lightly to the ground.
Those low-level undead didn't even have time to make a sound before they completely vanished from this world.
As the power of light continued to advance, more and more undead spirits were affected by this terrifying force.
They tried to escape, but to no avail; the power of light, like churning lava, annihilated one undead after another.
Each contact causes a large number of undead to turn into dust, which floats in the air, creating a bizarre yet spectacular scene.
After the low-level undead were completely wiped out by Leng Yuexing's power of light, the mid-level and high-level undead began to mobilize dark power together to try to fight against him.
However, they underestimated Leng Yuexing, who had become a god. His power of light was something that even the combined power of darkness of all the undead could not resist.
Even the intermediate-level undead at the forefront turned to dust upon contact with the power of light.
Just when all the undead were about to be destroyed, the God of Darkness finally made his move.
He pushed slightly in front of him with his right hand, and a huge and terrifying dark power instantly eroded the light power emitted by Leng Yuexing.
The light faded, leaving only dust in the air.
The God of Darkness flew to the front of the undead army, his dark eyes fixed on Leng Yuexing before him.
A look of amazement flashed across his eyes; this wasn't the first time he'd seen Leng Yuexing.
When they last met, Leng Yuexing was just a small elf. Even with her demigod body, she was far too weak in the eyes of the dark god Ibriel.
Now, seeing Leng Yuexing become a god, he finally took Leng Yuexing seriously.
He then discovered that Leng Yuexing possessed an unparalleled face and a unique temperament that captivated him at first glance.
That unparalleled beauty, like the most dazzling star in the night sky, radiated a captivating light and displayed ultimate beauty.
His allure was like the cold moon shining in the night, carrying a hint of aloofness that made people fall for him.
Ibril wanted to hold this cold moon in his arms and possess it, thinking that it would be an experience unlike any other.
He stared intently at Leng Yuexing, placed his right hand in front of her, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "You're very good. You've come to my side, and I'll give you half of the continent. How about it?"
Leng Yuexing was speechless. Just as he was about to reply, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth in the sky.
At the same time, an immense power spread out like a tide, making it difficult for everyone present to breathe.
A deep, slow voice, laced with terrifying rage, rang out, "Ibril, how dare you touch my people?"