The Angel God's breathtaking Divine Thought pressure instantly swept across the entire battlefield. Ordinary soldiers and low-tier Spirit Masters knelt down at the very first moment, lowering their heads one by one, their courage to even lift their eyes crushed by that pressure.
Only those powerful Spirit Masters whose cultivation had reached a certain level could barely circulate their Spirit Power to maintain a standing posture.
Feeling that genuine divine pressure, Huo Yuhao felt a sense of heavy, irresistible weight arise in his heart for the first time.
That was a power that exceeded the understanding of a Spirit Master, just like standing before a vast ocean; no matter how good at swimming you were, you could only feel your own insignificance.
He swiftly recalled the records in history in his mind; he remembered that after Qian Renxue became a god, she did not immediately launch a full-scale attack.
This reassured him a bit, making him feel that there was at least room for a moment of buffer right now.
However, just as this thought flashed through his mind, Qian Renxue, the Angel God above Jialing Pass, suddenly vanished out of thin air.
That dazzling golden figure abruptly converged like a beam of light, and in the very next instant, appeared directly above the battlefield, moving so fast that it seemed to have transcended space itself.
Her six wings opened slightly in the wind, exuding a dazzling Holy Light. A majestic holy power erupted from her body with a roar, like the sun falling into the mortal world.
Huo Yuhao's mind trembled violently, because he noticed that Qian Renxue's gaze was slowly shifting downwards, crossing the smoke-filled battlefield, crossing the kneeling crowd, and crossing the countless Spirit Masters currently engaged in combat.
Finally... those golden eyes accurately landed on him.
A thunderbolt seemed to explode in Huo Yuhao's mind. There were countless Spirit Masters on the battlefield; why did this Angel God single him out?
Shouldn't her target be the opposite Sea God Tang San?!
Huo Yuhao instinctively tried to perceive the Sea God's aura, only to find that on this battlefield, he couldn't detect Tang San's trace or aura at all.
This war seemed to have excised the Sea God Tang San from the original history.
There was no time for him to think more, because the Angelic Sacred Sword in the hands of the Angel God Qian Renxue had already swung down.
That sword strike seemed understated, but it carried a slash containing extreme light and fire.
The slash tore through the Void Realm, leaving a scorching and dazzling golden arc in the air, like a blazing sun compressed into a blade, whistling straight toward the direction where Huo Yuhao was located.
Wherever it passed, the air was ignited into a distorted play of light and shadow.
Facing this casually descending blow, Huo Yuhao's breathing suddenly became rapid.
He wanted to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be nailed in place by some invisible force. The surrounding space had been completely sealed off, and methods to tear through space could not be used at all.
His perception was like a tightened net, and everything it touched was a solidified barrier.
Therefore, he only had one choice, and that was to take it head-on.
Electrolux's reaction was even faster than his. Almost the exact moment that attack descended, a golden magical defense formation appeared in front of Huo Yuhao, followed by a second, a third...
Formation after formation of defense unfolded in front of Huo Yuhao like overlapping petals, and finally a full eighteen defense formations took shape almost simultaneously.
Complex and profound magical runes circulated on those Formation Plates, each exuding a deep and solid aura, clearly having reached the Peak level of ninth-tier magic.
However, in front of that divine slash containing light and fire, these Peak defense methods of the Lower Realm seemed like nothing more than a thin sheet of paper.
The golden light, like a red-hot blade cutting through butter, casually tore the eighteen defense formations apart layer by layer, without even producing the slightest hint of a noticeable pause.
Huo Yuhao had no way out at this moment. The Spirit Power within his body surged frantically, and blue-and-red dual-colored Dragon scales emerged from beneath his battle armor, interweaving into a cold yet blazing luster.
The seventh spirit ring beneath his feet flashed, and then a huge golden vertical eye suddenly appeared behind him out of thin air, with sun patterns densely covering the area around the eye, resembling an eye of a god opened from ancient mythology.
Martial Soul True Body, Eternal Eye.
The Angel God's attack tore through all the magic formations set up by Electrolux, and continued to press down toward Huo Yuhao with its might almost completely unreduced.
A dazzling golden beam of light suddenly shot out from the golden vertical eye behind Huo Yuhao, like a spear meeting the divine slash head-on.
The two lights collided in mid-air, erupting with a deafening roar, and even the surrounding space distorted for a split second amidst the violent energy oscillation.
The intense golden light stirred up by the collision of the two attacks illuminated the entire sky the moment it erupted, and then quickly dimmed.
The kneeling soldiers and low-tier Spirit Masters on the battlefield had their eardrums aching from the shock, and some were even knocked to the ground by the aftermath, unable to get up for a long time.
Wang Donger and Jin Li stood not far away, watching the center of that collision in mid-air with their hearts in their mouths. Amidst the brief silence after the golden light dissipated, the tense expressions on their faces eased slightly.
Because the Angel God's attack seemed to have been blocked.
However, before that breath could be completely exhaled, their complexions suddenly changed once again.
Because in mid-air, Huo Yuhao's figure crossed an arc, plummeting rapidly toward the ground in a posture almost identical to that of Qianjun Douluo shortly before.
Spirit Power erupted beneath the feet of the two, and they desperately chased in the direction where Huo Yuhao was falling.
They skimmed across the scorched earth and rubble, finding his figure in a deep pit on the battlefield.
Huo Yuhao was half-kneeling at the bottom of the pit, supporting the ground with one hand and covering his chest with the other.
Fresh blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his face was pale, and his breathing was rapid and chaotic.
A sword scar spread diagonally from his left shoulder to his waist and abdomen, cutting open the ice and fire dragon king armor along with the three-word battle armor beneath it.
The edges of the tear were charred and curled back, and even the self-repair ability of the battle armor itself could not mend it.
The skin and flesh beneath the battle armor were also rolled back, and a hideous wound spanned across his chest, bloody and blurred, with bones faintly visible.
If not for those overlapping defense methods blocking most of the impact for him just now, after this sword fell, I'm afraid his entire body would have been split into two.
"Yuhao!"
"Huo Yuhao!"
Wang Donger and Jin Li squatted down on his left and right almost simultaneously, their voices overlapping, each sound more urgent than the last, their eyes filled with heartache and worry.
Looking at the hideous wound on Huo Yuhao's chest, looking at the fresh blood at the corners of his mouth that he hadn't had time to wipe away, and looking at how he managed to force a smile despite being so heavily injured, they only felt as if something was tightly gripping their hearts.
Huo Yuhao raised his head, looked at the two, and tried his best to make his tone sound lighter: "I'm fine."
But looking like this right now, how could he possibly look like he was fine?
The sword scar on his chest was deep enough to see bones, his left arm could barely be raised, and every rise and fall of his breathing carried a slight tremble—this clearly looked like he was holding on by his last breath.
Wang Donger's voice carried an uncontrollable sob: "What kind of suicidal risk is this? Facing a deity, no one can possibly get through it!"
Jin Li on the side looked exceptionally quiet at this moment; she didn't anxiously question or shed tears like Wang Donger, but simply squatted silently beside Huo Yuhao.
Her golden pupils flickered slightly, as if she were pondering an extremely important matter in her heart.
Because at this moment in her heart, a voice seemed to have been telling her what to do in the current situation.
Jin Li knew that even if she really did that, it would still be impossible to let Huo Yuhao survive an attack from a deity.
But even if there was only a sliver of hope, she decided to try. This might be the only thing she could do for Huo Yuhao.
Her gaze lingered on Huo Yuhao's pale face for a moment, and then she suddenly stood up.
Her movements were crisp and neat, without the slightest hesitation. Then she stepped forward and directly embraced Huo Yuhao, who was half-kneeling on the ground.
This sudden action startled both Huo Yuhao and Wang Donger.
Huo Yuhao's entire body stiffened slightly. He didn't know what Jin Li was going to do and wanted to push her away, only to find that he barely had the strength to even lift his hand right now.
Wang Donger bit her lip, her gaze shifting back and forth between Jin Li and Huo Yuhao, and finally looking at Huo Yuhao's obviously bewildered face, she ultimately didn't speak up.
She stood silently aside, just slightly clenching her fists, but did not step forward to pull them apart.
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A/N:
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