City Invincible Medical Saint

The terrifying and boundless aura of destruction emanated from it, making the entire void turbulent.

Lucifer's expression became extremely cautious and cautious, his eyes staring closely at the formation seal, exuding a trace of expectation and enthusiasm.

At this moment, a strange and powerful idea came from it.

"You humble creature, why are you still struggling? Hurry up and surrender!"

"This world is a miserable existence. You are all just experimental subjects and you are destined to be destroyed."

"From the moment you were born, your fate has been decided! Only sincere surrender and sincere pleading may there be a chance to change your destiny!"

…

The thoughts in the formation seal were intermittent, but the meanings were similar.

Lucifer's expression was extremely solemn, and at the same time he also had strong vigilance.

"You now have an opportunity to cooperate with me and lend me your power!"

"If you refuse, I will destroy you!"

Lucifer said solemnly.

The mysterious thought laughed.

"Haha, you humble and pitiful creature, are you longing for an opportunity to change your destiny?"

"However, you seem to have gone in the wrong direction. It was me who gave you the opportunity, not you who gave it to me."

Lucifer was silent for a moment and said: "If you don't accept my conditions, then I would rather destroy you!"

Although he covets the power of this destructive power, he also understands how terrifying it is.

Xushenghua was destroyed by the power of destruction because she tried to use it.

This is a living example. Therefore, no matter what happened to Lucifer for so many years, he never touched the destructive power in the seal.

But right now, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Fate has been doomed for a long time. Whether you retreat and escape or challenge it, you will eventually be conquered by fate!"

"Compromising early would be a decent arrangement for you!"

The trace of thought in the destructive power, broken and nagging.

Lucifer's face was solemn, and after a long time, he asked: "I can make an agreement with you!"

"Haha, okay!" said the thought.

Lucifer sighed helplessly. To a certain extent, he finally chose to compromise.

"Li Tianchen!"

Lucifer gritted his teeth, all of this was caused by him.

…

After Xiao Aican left the barrier, he quickly traveled through the void.

After a long journey, she finally returned to her own sphere of influence.

That is the area controlled by the goddess of mourning.

Return to the top of the huge palace.

Afterimage, the compassionate maid and other strong men greeted him respectfully.

While Xiao Aican and Li Tianchen were away, Can Ying and other powerful demons were still fighting.

Hell, the Dark Holy Court and the Iron Hoof Clan, these three major forces have not disappeared, but are constantly provoking and trying to devour their forces.

"Your Majesty the Goddess of Sorrow, since you disappeared until now, we have lost nearly half of our territory!"

"Please tell me what to do next!"

"We must get back this blood debt!"

The heart-splitting maid and other powerful people all had ferocious expressions on their faces and shouted loudly with murderous intent.

Little Aican said: "We must remember all the blood debts, and we will eventually make them pay the price!"

"It's just that the time has not come yet!"

"I will be practicing in seclusion. During this period, you must remember not to take the initiative!"

"Be sure to defend and protect with all your strength and wait for me to come out!"

Her face was solemn, her tone was full of Xiaosha aura, and every word contained irrefutable power.

Although Heartbreaker Maid and other demon powerhouses were somewhat reluctant, they did not say a word "no" and shouted in unison, respectfully complying with their promise.

Xiao Aican then quickly went into seclusion, and she wanted to practice and break through as soon as possible.

Afterimage still temporarily leads the powerful demons such as the Heartbreaker Maid, leading them to launch a defensive strategy to deal with the pressing and harassment of other demonic forces.

Battles, large and small, are constantly breaking out, and the scope of the power of the Goddess of Sorrow is shrinking little by little.

until one day.

The forces of the Dark Holy Court suddenly launched a violent attack, and dozens of Mahayana realm experts were dispatched in one breath, including several seventh-level Mahayana realms.

After receiving the battle report, Remnant immediately mobilized his troops and sent several top experts to support him.

However, the top experts need to be stationed on all sides, and there cannot be too many people coming to support the battle.

In the end, the Maid of Sorrow, the Candle Red Demon King, and the Juechen Demon King all retreated to the palace grounds after paying a heavy price.

Afterimage had no choice but to take action and blocked the two powerful seventh-level Mahayana realm experts from the Dark Holy Court.

"Afterimage, you can't stop it, you'd better return to the embrace of the Dark Holy Palace!"

A strong man at the seventh level of the Mahayana Realm shouted loudly.

He is a twelve-winged angel archang with strong combat power.

The afterimage said coldly: "Dream!"

Boom!

Afterimage's body suddenly shook violently, then his face changed drastically, and he backed away crazily.

But at this moment, a black stream of light appeared in the void and hit the afterimage.

A figure appeared, also a twelve-winged archangel of the Dark Holy Court.

However, this twelve-winged archangel is even more powerful and has already reached the eighth level of the Mahayana realm. His eyes are dark and his aura is terrifying.

"My poor and ridiculous brother, why are you so stubborn?"

When the afterimage saw the other party appearing, his pupils suddenly condensed and burst out with light of hatred.

"Since you're here too, why are you talking so much nonsense? Kill me!"

Afterimage's murderous intent was strong, and he struck out crazily, rushing towards the opponent.

Boom boom boom~

Waves of deafening roars sounded, the sky shook and the earth shook, and the void collapsed.

Afterimage fought fiercely with the twelve-winged archangel, and his attacks were fierce and decisive, with the potential to fight to the death.

Afterimage's body was covered with injuries, blood surged, and was badly damaged. Even his breathing and rune power were not as good as before.

The twelve-winged archangel's injuries were lighter.

"My poor brother, you have taken refuge with the Goddess of Sorrow for so many years. I thought you would make much progress, but unfortunately, you are still so incompetent!"

"Afterimage, afterimage, in the end, you are still a incomplete shadow! You are so pathetic!"

Boom!

Half of the residual image's arm was broken off, and it flew out with blood.

He roared and his body suddenly exploded.

Countless mutilated limbs, etc., roared out like a violent storm, covering the opponent crazily.

All kinds of sad runes exuded terrifying power, bursting out with murderous intent, and suddenly fell on the twelve-winged archangel.

Boom! The twelve-winged archangel exclaimed. His whole body was torn apart, riddled with holes, and seriously injured.