"Tsk!"
Wen Wen's expression was cold, asking without turning her head, "Ji Jue, not ready yet?"
"It's not been long?"
Under the relentless siege of the angelic guardians of the Saint, Ji Jue's intermittent voice ca from afar, "Wait a mont, I'm already out, cough cough, I've started, almost done, Sister Wen, just hold on a bit longer!"
"You better be!"
Wen Wen's blood pressure was rising uncontrollably, her face twitching, ready to urge again, but the Thunder Sword had already slashed down amidst wild laughter!
Amidst continuous thunderous sounds, the Sacrifice Cathedral was visibly reduced to debris and ruins, and even the entire plaza and surrounding areas were affected by the racing lightning and flas.
Facing the Saint who occupied the skies fully exerting his power, Wen Wen could only dodge awkwardly, urging continuously.
"Not ready yet?!"
"Almost, almost!"
...
"Didn't you say it's almost ready?!"
"Yeah, now it's even faster, really almost done!"
...
"Ji Jue, you better hurry!"
"If you must say that, then I can only take my ti..." In the midst of angelic encirclent, that infuriating voice continued to co through, "Almost done, almost, just wait a little longer!"
"You darn well tell the truth, how much is it actually at?" Wen Wen was furious.
"Ah, it's... eight percent... cough cough, six percent... thirty percent?"
Wen Wen's vision was starting to go black.
Finally understanding what it ans when relying on a craftsman is as reliable as pigs climbing trees!
Wait a minute, is this bastard still collecting data? Now? Even selling out teammates?! How did you get so much praise?
Forget it—
Wen Wen clenched her fists.
But in an instant of distraction, she was completely sealed by the rift on the ground and the spewing Fire of the Border Prison. Above the sky, Yidra grinned, laughing wildly, the Thunder Sword that filled the sky, slashing down with full force!
Boom!!!
The entire Central City suddenly shook, the air shockwave swept through.
The Sacrifice Cathedral was turned into a basin in an instant, everything in sight beca ruins.
But then...
The sword blade, abruptly stopped!
Right before that raised palm.
——Blocked it?!
Yidra's eyes widened, only feeling dizzy, body covered in cold chills, his full-power strike, which should have instantly evaporated the entire heretic into ashes, was blocked so effortlessly!
"You... how could you... no wait, I clearly..."
Under the fierce glow of Thunder, a deep bone-visible crack appeared on Wen Wen's palm, tightly holding the sword blade.
At most, it was just a cut, nothing more.
She responded in confusion, "When did I ever say that I have limits?"
Boom!
At the mont when the five fingers contracted, cracks rapidly spread and expanded on the virtual Thunder Sword!
And the reason for dodging so long, was entirely because...
When I was young, I really was afraid of pain!
No, it was not just that...
"This won't do, Xiao Wen, a girl must mind her deanor, don't always end up covered in mud." In the mory, a sickly sweet voice advised beside the ear, expectantly, "Be a good child, will you?"
"Yes!"
The young girl at the ti nodded without hesitation, full of laughter, engraved in her heart.
To hell with you, Wen Zheng, you filthy scum!
Wen Wen gritted her teeth.
Upon finally realizing the subconscious restraints she retained, she couldn't hold back anymore, bursting in rage!
"——Die for !"
A punch full of resentnt, hate, and anger exerted more than two hundred percent of its power, rcilessly crushed the remnant Thunder Fire Sword, and then broke this bastard's arm, soaring skyward again, smashing him into the ruins.
Then, just like a teor, plumting.
Trample!
"Were you proud just now?"
The blood-stained face gazed down expressionlessly, the bloody fist clenched, pointed at the remaining fragnts of three and a half faces, "Which mouth was laughing the loudest?"
Yidra opened his mouth, roaring, the gravity wave erupted once again.
But this ti, it was stifled in its infancy.
The montary trample struck the gigantic snake's neck, almost instantly snapping its body, then rcilessly, a punch!
Then, another punch! Then another punch!
Wantonly venting the anger in her heart, rcilessly pounding.
The earth-shaking rumbling never ceased, the once solemn and majestic Saint was reduced in an instant to a wreck like an old rag, no matter how quickly he was reborn, there was no way to recover, instead causing endless extension of pain.
With each successive earth's tremor and thunderous sound, blood sprayed, bones splintered.
The shattered Saint instead laughed, hoarse mockery.
"Such insignificant power, ha, however grand the power of heretic might be, how could it sway the dignity of the Holy God? It's all futile!"
The two broken, patchwork faces grinned, "Ah, right, I rembered… Holy God, ha, the Holy God once said..."
The surviving single eye, filled with blood, stared at the inept opponent, quoting evaluation:
"Nothing but abandoned waste, leaving it alone doesn't matter, futile struggle, irrelevant to the big picture, hey, hahaha, hahahaha—"
Boom!!!
The broken skull deeply embedded into the scorched earth.
Wen Wen's eyes were crimson, slowly, she pulled back her fist, as if finally abandoning the pointless violence.
But in that instant, within the dead silence enveloping the entire world, a crisp sound seed to echo, so clear.
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