The lofty, majestic Holy Mountain of Light was as pure and sacred as ever as it gave off a gentle, holy glow.
However, the whole mountain was on red alert on this day. From every Knight of Light to Pope Hayes himself, everyone was watching the scene unfolding in the sky.
Everyone on the mountain knew—the battle on this day would determine the Light Church’s continuity.
Should they win, they would continue to reign over Light Continent.
But should they lose, they would be completely wiped out.
Everything hinged on the outcome.
“Suppress him, Angel’s Battle Formation!”
A great force crushed down toward Meng Lei, sweeping toward him like torrential waves. The void was instantly locked down with Meng Lei in the very center.
“That’s a pretty good containment tactic. It’s likely that you’ll be able to suppress most lesser deities out there. What a shame... That it’s useless against me!”
Meng Lei formed a sword with his fingers and lightly drew a line across the air that had been locked down. A formless sword glint shot forth and instantly cleaved against the air that had solidified.
Slash!
The void was instantly cleaved into two. The suppression force triggered by Angel Battle Formation also dissolved in this instant, causing the nine true gods’ expressions to change dramatically.
He has destroyed Angel Battle Formation just like that?
“Do you think you can trap me when I’m the master of this existential plane? How childish!”
An invisible spear manifested from Power of Existential Plane shot out forcefully with a flick of Meng Lei’s fingers and pierced right through one of the true gods’ head.
“Ugh!”
Thunderstruck, the true god froze up at once. A bloody hole formed in between his brows, and then golden divine blood began to trickle from the wound.
“I... I’ve died just like that?”
Disbelief was written all over the true god’s countenance. He was one of the church’s ascetic cultivators. During the last 50,000 years, he had painstakingly and diligently cultivated. At last, he broke free of the shackles and stepped into the realm of true gods 28,760 years ago and became one of the few true gods that had broken through by their own efforts in the church.
Yet, he was actually going to die. His years of painstaking cultivation would go up in smoke. He couldn’t accept it! He couldn’t!
“Lord Conant!”
The Light Church masses’ expressions couldn’t help but change greatly as shock and disbelief filled them.
That was Lord Conant, one of the church’s strongest ascetic cultivators! Yet he had died just like that?
“Why is this happening?”
“How did Lord Conant die?”
None of them could accept such an outcome.
“Sir, that’s exactly the kind of attack he had used!”
The Holy Maiden of Light had an awful look on her face. She said, “It’s neither a physical nor a power of divinity attack. Nor is it a divine spirit attack, yet its power is on the level of a true god. It’s extremely bizarre!”
Pope Hayes nodded slightly, his brows drawing together into a frown. Meng Lei was stronger than he had expected. Things would be tough for them today.
“Has Conant died just like that?”
The remaining eight true gods looked fearful. As they gazed at Meng Lei, their eyes were full of shock, horror, and wariness.
The Angel Battle Formation jointly formed by the nine of them was capable of trapping the vast majority of lesser deities.
But Meng Lei?
He had actually destroyed their Angel Battle Formation and killed Conant so casually. How strong must he be?
“A pinnacle-level lesser deity!”
“He’s definitely a pinnacle-level lesser deity!”
The eight true gods exchanged looks with one another, communicating swiftly with one another via their divine cognition.
“Everyone, the other party is too powerful. His strength far surpasses what we had expected. What should we do?”
“There’s only that one move left if we hope to defeat him. Otherwise, we won’t be his match at all!”
“That move? Is there no other way?”
“Yes, do we absolutely have to use that move?”
“Unless we flee, that move is the only one we can use. Otherwise, we won’t be a match for him at all!”
“Flee?”
One must admit that thoughts of fleeing had indeed occurred to the few true gods. They were true gods; as long as they focused solely on fleeing, they would definitely be able to get away.
But the problem was—if they fled, then what about the church?
The Light Church had groomed them ever since they were young. The church was their origin. Even if they must die or be killed, they couldn’t just abandon the church and make a getaway on their own!
“One down, eight to go.”
Meng Lei gazed at the remaining eight true gods and said, “I will kill all of you, flatten the Holy Mountain of Light, and completely erase the Light Church now. All of you... Are you ready?”
The eight true gods shuddered the moment the words left his mouth. Looks of hesitation and internal struggle flashed across their eyes. Unless they absolutely had to, they really didn’t want to resort to that move!
“The first one!”
Meng Lei locked on to one of the true gods and slowly reached out his right index finger. He said, “I pick you!”
“Damn!”
The true god’s expression changed drastically, and he instinctively wanted to dodge. To his horror, however, he discovered in this instant that he actually couldn’t move!
“Damn! Move! Hurry, mov—”
He bellowed madly inwardly. However, he felt an intense, piercing pain in the middle of his brows at this moment. It instantly swept through his nerves and his brain...
Then, he stiffened and crashed straight onto the ground. His eyes were widened big and round—evidently, he hadn’t died in peace.
“The second one!”
Meng Lei turned to the remaining seven true gods. His gaze swept to and fro among them, frightening the seven true gods out of
