“What kind of deep hatred does he have with the Church of Light that he has fallen to this point!” Someone couldn’t help but sigh, his eyes filled with sympathy for Linley’s fate and anger at the Church of Light’s actions.

……

Around the platform, some people gradually came to their senses and began to show sympathy. They looked at Linley struggling in agony, their hearts filled with helplessness and sorrow.

“Linley, you shouldn’t have investigated what happened twelve years ago! None of this is our fault!” Haitings’ words were cold. There was no trace of pity or guilt on his face, only coldness and ruthlessness.

"Boss... I will definitely avenge you..." In the distance, a palm-sized rat's eyes turned bloodshot, staring at Haitings intently. Its body trembled slightly, filled with anger and determination.

"Little guy, I don't know if I can save you even if I risk my life." Doehring Cowart sighed and flew out of the Coiling Dragon Ring. His figure seemed a little illusory, but full of determination and resoluteness. But just as he was about to cast the secret spell, a piercing cold wind suddenly rose and blew over.

At this moment, not only him, but tens of thousands of people in the audience suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, as if they were falling into an ice cellar. The chill seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, freezing their blood and souls in an instant.

"You dare to use my disciple as a furnace? Do you think your life is too long!" A cold voice filled with endless murderous intent floated from the sky, and the air froze instantly. The voice was like a blizzard in the cold winter, cold and ruthless, making the hearts of everyone present seem to stop beating.

"Who! Who is speaking?" The trembling voice echoed in the huge square, with deep fear and confusion. Everyone shivered uncontrollably as if out of instinct. The gusts of cold wind that came from nowhere were like cold blades, blowing mercilessly over their bodies, making them feel like they were in an icy cave, the chill penetrating into their bones.

Especially the omnipresent surging killing intent, which made them palpitate. It was as if an invisible big hand was tightly strangling their hearts, making it difficult for them to breathe, and their heartbeats became rapid and disordered.

A group of people shook their heads and looked around, as if they were looking for something. Their eyes were full of panic and fear, like lambs lost in the darkness.

Soon, several figures appeared in their sight. Almost at the same time, everyone in the square turned their eyes to the young man in the lead.

The young man's face was gloomy, like the sky before a storm, covered with haze. There was no emotion on his face, like a cold statue, and his eyes were faintly filled with coldness, which seemed to freeze a person's soul.

Buzz!
Suddenly, the void trembled, as if the entire space was groaning in pain. The earth began to shake violently, as if a super earthquake had occurred. People were unable to stand steadily in this violent shaking, and staggered from side to side.

Immediately afterwards, a series of deafening explosions rang in everyone's ears. The sound was like the death knell of doomsday, making their ears buzz and their minds go blank.

"What happened?" The people in the square tried their best to keep steady, their voices trembling with fear and anxiety about the unknown.

"Look!" A sharp voice broke the brief silence.

"This...this is impossible!" Someone cried out in despair, his voice full of disbelief.

When some of the strong men on the outer heights of the square and those in the holy areas flew into the air, when they saw clearly what was happening around them, their expressions froze, and their brows were filled with deep astonishment, as if they couldn't believe what they saw. Their eyes were wide open, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Seeing the faces of the powerful Saints flying high into the sky, more and more people in the square began to climb to higher places. The wind magicians directly performed the flying spell and stayed in the air for a short time. Their movements were hurried and flustered, and their hearts were filled with fear of the unknown.

When they saw clearly what was happening in the Holy See, their expressions were no different from those of the Saint Domain masters, or even more exaggerated. They were dumbfounded, their brains seemed to have lost the ability to control their words and actions, and they stood there like wooden sticks, staring blankly ahead.

The Church of Light is located in the west of Fenlai City, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of acres. It is a magnificent complex of buildings, full of sacredness and solemnity.

But at this moment, earth-shattering explosions occurred in every corner of the Holy See of Light. Under the explosion, large areas of buildings turned into nothingness and dissipated directly into the void. The scene was like the end of the world, which made people tremble with fear.

Boom!
In the distant sky, a low sound of footsteps was heard, shaking everyone's heart. The sound seemed to come from an ancient giant beast, with endless majesty and power.

As Jiang Han's foot landed, the tens of thousands of acres of the Church of Light burst into a dazzling and dazzling light. Faintly, the miserable screams of countless people could be heard, which disappeared in an instant. The light was like the sun exploding, making it impossible to look directly at it.

When the bright light disappeared and the people in the square could see everything clearly again, they couldn't help but gasp for air and felt numb all over. Their bodies seemed to be frozen and unable to move.

"The Holy See of Light is gone... gone!" Someone said this with difficulty, his lips trembling.

"It's him, it must be him!" Another person pointed at Jiang Han, his voice full of fear.

"Who is he?" More people asked this question, their eyes filled with confusion and awe.

Looking at the tens of thousands of acres of the Church of Light, or to be more precise, tens of thousands of acres of ruins, the powerful men came back to their senses from their trance, and their eyes were fixed on the figure in the sky. Fear and fear appeared in their eyes. Their hearts were filled with fear and awe of Jiang Han's powerful strength.

The Holy See of Light, one of the top forces in Yulan Continent, was reduced to ruins in just a few breaths. It all happened so suddenly and unexpectedly that they were caught off guard! They once thought that the Holy See of Light was an unshakable existence, but at this moment, in front of Jiang Han, it was so vulnerable.

Moreover, today is the most important missionary day for the Church of Light. Who could have thought that on such a day, the Church of Light would be gone. This special day should have been a moment for the Church of Light to show its authority and glory, but it turned into its doomsday. The tens of thousands of believers living in the Church of Light were also turned into ruins along with the buildings. The air could even smell the pungent smell of blood, which was terrifying. The breath of death permeated this once sacred land, making people feel extremely depressed and desperate.

"Your Holiness, the Church is gone..." The faces of the cardinals turned gray in an instant, their voices trembling, full of despair and helplessness. Not only them, but also the other high-ranking officials of the Church on the high platform were all struck by a bolt from the blue, with faces at a loss, like a clay sculpture or a wooden sculpture. They stared blankly at the ruins in front of them, unable to accept this cruel reality.

"You... you are the leader of Jiangmen!" Pope Haitings came to the sky, glanced at the dusty ruins around him, took a long breath to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and stared at Jiang Han vigilantly. At this moment, Haitings' whole body was as tense as a stone, and his heart was as heavy as if it was filled with cold lead. His eyes were full of fear and uneasiness, but as the Pope, he still tried to maintain the last dignity and majesty.

"Master of Jiangmen, it turns out that he is the Master of Jiangmen who has disappeared for ten years!" someone said as if he had suddenly realized something.

"How is this possible! Isn't it said that the leader of Jiangmen is just a strong man in the Holy Realm? Look, is this something a strong man in the Holy Realm can do?" another person questioned, his voice full of disbelief.

"Could it be that he has become a god like the God of War and the High Priest?" someone speculated, his tone full of awe.

"In this case, wouldn't Heitings and others be in danger?" More people began to worry about the fate of Heitings and others.

……

After confirming Jiang Han's identity, the astonishment on the faces of the people in the square became even more intense, full of disbelief. Their eyes moved back and forth between Jiang Han and Haitings, their hearts filled with anticipation and fear of what was about to happen.

In the sky, Hillman, the Level 9 Shadow Rat, the Stone-Eating Rat, and a group of Jiangmen disciples looked down at the ruins below, each of them moving their throats, their eyes full of shock and disbelief. Their bodies trembled slightly, and it was obvious that this was the first time they had witnessed Jiang Han's terrifying method.

"Daddy, Mommy, you're here!" The palm-sized rat hiding in the distance flew to the side of the ninth-level shadow rat, and there was a hint of surprise and dependence in its voice.

"Beibei, this is the leader of Jiangmen, and he is also the benefactor of our whole family. If it weren't for him, your father and I would have died ten years ago." The Level 9 Shadow Rat said, its eyes full of gratitude and awe.

“Hello, Master.” Beibei said timidly. It glanced at the desolate ruins below, and was obviously a little reserved when it looked at Jiang Han. But it seemed to have thought of something, and immediately pointed at Lin Lei who was still twitching and rolling on the platform, with an anxious face: “Master, please save the boss! He is in a bad situation!” There was a sobbing tone in its voice, and its body was shaking slightly because of nervousness.

At this moment, Doehring Cowart, who had flown out of the Panlong Ring, had not yet recovered from his trance. He was still in a trance, with a dull expression, staring at Jiang Han without blinking. The other party's earth-shattering method really shocked him. His mind seemed to still linger on the scene of destruction just now, unable to extricate himself.

Jiang Han ignored the gazes of the people around him and looked towards the platform. His eyes were cold and firm, as if nothing in the world could attract his attention. Only Lin Lei struggling in pain on the platform could move his heartstrings.

He waved his right hand and a strong wind burst out from his palm. The wind was like a roaring dragon, carrying endless power and majesty, and it hit Linley in an instant.

what--

A shrill scream rang out, the sound was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to be able to penetrate the human soul.

However, the scream was not Linley’s, but a sharper scream. This sound was filled with pain and despair, and it was terrifying.

The next moment, under the astonished gazes of countless people, a translucent figure flew out of Lin Lei’s body. To be precise, he did not fly out, but was trapped from Lin Lei’s body by an invisible force. That force was powerful and mysterious, and it was irresistible.

"That...that's a four-winged angel!" someone shouted in a trembling voice, full of fear and surprise.

“Is this the angel who was supposed to take over Linley’s body?” another person asked, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to imprint everything in front of him deeply in his mind.

“It is said that the strength of the four-winged angel has reached the limit of the holy realm, and it is only one step away from becoming a god!” An old man said in a trembling voice, his face full of awe and fear.

……

The translucent figure had four wings on its back and a circular halo on its head. The wings shone with a soft light, as if made of the purest crystal. The halo exuded a sacred aura that made people dare not look directly at it. When the people in the square recognized his identity, they cried out in surprise. Their voices were filled with fear and awe, as if they had seen the most terrifying existence in the world.

Bang!
But just as everyone started to discuss, a giant hand formed around the four-winged angel. The giant hand was like a giant beast from ancient times, emitting endless majesty and power. It clenched violently, and then there was a loud bang. The sound was like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, shaking everyone's eardrums.

The four-winged angel didn't even have time to scream before it was crushed into nothingness by the giant hand. Its figure disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed.

All this happened between the sparks of calcium carbide! Before anyone could react, everything was over. They stared blankly at the scene before them, their hearts filled with shock and fear.

"Who! Who is speaking?" This trembling voice echoed in the huge square, like a frightened hare desperately shouting in the wilderness, full of deep fear and endless doubts. Everyone seemed to be controlled by invisible threads, shivering uncontrollably. The gusts of cold wind that came from nowhere and whistled in were like extremely cold blades, blowing ruthlessly and cruelly on their bodies. This coldness penetrated their bones, making them feel as if they were in a cave that had been frozen for thousands of years. Every inch of their skin and every cell was invaded by this coldness.

Especially the surging murderous intent that seemed to be everywhere, like the claws of a demon, tightly strangling their hearts. This strong sense of oppression made it difficult for them to breathe, and their originally steady and strong heartbeats suddenly became rapid and disordered, like a rapidly beating war drum, with no rhythm at all. (End of this chapter)