Seal of God: Crossing the Snake Demon God, Devouring Evolution

On the side of the Knights Temple, the Starry Sky Holy Knight Yang Haoyu stood side by side with the two Divine Seal Knights Long Tianyin and Long Xingyu.

Behind Long Tianyin and Long Xingyu, the shadow of the Divine Throne slowly emerged, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.

The gem on the throne of God's Seal sparkled with dazzling light, as if telling the glorious history of the knights.

The star beast beside Yang Haoyu also burst out with powerful strength, providing him with an amplification that is at the level of a divine weapon or even beyond that of a divine weapon.

With such a lineup, their strength cannot be underestimated.

In addition, the artifacts of the Knights Templar are not limited to the six divine thrones. The strongest holy knight with a shield also holds an artifact-level shield.

However, this time, with Long Xingyu and Long Tianyin fighting, there is no need for him to play.

Over at the Magic Temple, Li Zhengzhi was holding a green staff and wearing a green magic robe, both of which emitted colorful light at the same time, indicating that he was wearing two divine artifacts.

The gem on the top of the staff seemed to contain endless magical energy, and every time it flashed, mysterious runes emerged;
The patterns on the magic robe are like flowing stars, emitting charming glow.

Although his partner is not equipped with artifact-level equipment, the amplification effect of a set of epic equipment cannot be underestimated.

What is even more shocking is that the three magicians in the Magic Temple kept chanting ancient and mysterious spells, and they were actually trying to integrate and sublimate their respective fields.

This cleverly utilized the characteristics of magic, making the domain of the three people like an ever-evolving hybrid magic, whose power continued to increase with continuous chanting.

As they chanted, the magical light in the holy beads became brighter and brighter, and the forces of various elements intertwined to form a huge magical vortex.

In comparison, the situation of the Warrior Temple seems somewhat miserable.

The three warriors led by Qiu Yonghao were not even fully equipped with epic equipment. Among the three people participating in this battle, some were even wearing legendary equipment.

You know, this is the combined strength of the entire Warrior Temple, but in the end it ended up like this.

It seems that it is not without reason that the Warrior Temple has long been ranked at the bottom among the six major temples.

If Qiu Yonghao's sword field had not been powerful enough, they would have been unable to hold on and been forced to withdraw from this fierce battle.

In Qiu Yonghao's sword field, countless sword energies crisscrossed like a steel jungle. Each sword energy contained his profound understanding of the sword way and his tenacious fighting spirit.

On the Soul Temple side, Chen Hongyu's Beast King domain can merge with the domains of the other two summoners to form a unique combined force.

The phantoms of the ancient mythical beasts they summoned roared and galloped in the holy beads, trying to gain more space for the Soul Temple.

However, the Soul Temple's only artifact, the Soul Armor, was currently being worn by Chen Ying'er.

If Chen Ying'er competed as a contestant from the Soul Temple, then with the powerful enhancement of the Soul Armor, Chen Hongyu would even have the confidence to compete with the Knight Temple and the Magic Temple.

Time passed by minute by minute in the fierce battle, and everyone was gritting their teeth and persevering, trying to gain a place in this brutal domain war.

However, An Lan broke the brief stalemate at this time.

His eyes were determined, and he quickly formed seals with his hands, and began to control his sacred domain to expand outward.

The terrifying aura, like a raging tsunami, instantly spread throughout the holy bead.

There was a resolute look in his eyes, as if he was going to change the entire battle situation by himself.

The strong men from the six holy temples were all shocked when they saw this.

In their view, An Lan's proactive expansion of his territory was undoubtedly an extremely risky move.

Not only would this greatly speed up the consumption of his spiritual energy, but he would also suffer from the fierce impact from the domains of the other six holy temples. In their eyes, this choice was too stupid.

Looking back at previous Temple Competitions, no one has ever tried to do this.

But when the strong men from the six holy temples thought of An Lan's terrifying internal spiritual power of up to 950,000, the doubts in their hearts instantly dissipated.

They finally understood that An Lan was planning to use his own strength to force the tempo of the game and quickly decide the outcome.

At this moment, as the weakest side among the six holy temples, the three strong men of the Warrior Temple had beads of sweat on their foreheads.

The powerful pressure released by An Lan was like a mountain pressing down on their heads, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

As the sacred domain continued to expand outward, it frequently collided with the domains of the six holy temples. Each collision was like a small spiritual power storm, causing the speed at which everyone's spiritual power was consumed to accelerate dramatically.

In this fierce collision, some people began to feel powerless, while others gritted their teeth and tried to hold their positions.

However, An Lan, like a bright star in this chaos, becomes more and more dazzling. His every move is leading this battle to an unknown yet expected ending.

The three people from Warrior Temple are in bad condition.

Qiu Yonghao's breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath he took seemed to be snatching the last bit of life from the thin air.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on his arms bulged like twisted earthworms. But even so, his arms, which had been full of strength, were now trembling slightly, as if they could no longer support the invisible pressure.

Zhao Hu's face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, and his eyes were full of fatigue and unwillingness.

Sun Ming's breath was even more disordered. The excessive consumption of spiritual power made his body shaky. Every time he maintained the existence of the domain, it was like he was fighting a desperate battle with the god of death.

"No, I can't hold on any longer..." Qiu Yonghao secretly groaned in his heart. His spiritual power was like a stream that was about to dry up. The gurgling sound gradually died down, leaving only the despair of almost exhaustion.

Every second of persistence was like climbing a towering and extremely steep mountain, and the price was too heavy for him to bear.

Finally, Qiu Yonghao could no longer bear the endless pressure and sighed heavily. He slowly raised his head and his eyes met with Zhao Hu and Sun Ming beside him.

There was helplessness and unwillingness in the eyes of the three people, but more importantly, there was understanding and tacit understanding of each other.

Without words, they understood each other at the same time, slowly loosened their clenched fists, and withdrew the spiritual power they had applied to the field.

The field that originally surrounded them and emitted a faint light swayed a few times like a candle in the wind, and then it was completely extinguished.

This helpless move also announced the Warrior Temple's complete defeat in this domain war.

They still remained at the bottom of the list, unable to obtain any points reward, and the Warrior Temple's total points remained at a pitiful 24 points.

"Alas, I still lost..." Qiu Yonghao murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of disappointment.

Zhao Hu and Sun Ming walked up to him silently, patted his shoulders, and tried to give him some comfort, but at this moment, weren't they feeling the same way?
On the other hand, An Lan has not stopped expanding his territory.

His domain was shining brightly. This powerful move frightened the masters of the other five holy temples.

On the side of the Assassin's Temple, the three powerful men led by Sheng Yue have fallen into a desperate situation under the powerful pressure of the Anlan domain.

"No!" Sheng Yue shouted unwillingly, but everything was irreversible. He watched his domain dissipate like bubbles, feeling helpless.

Only a short period of time had passed since the start of the competition, but two major temples had already been eliminated.

This astonishing battle situation shocked everyone present.

Chen Zidian stood aside, witnessing An Lan's ever-expanding domain emitting divine light, and was deeply shocked.

He knew very well that An Lan had profound cultivation and terrifying strength, but he did not expect that his domain was so extraordinary, as if it contained endless mysterious power.

At this time, the territory of the three people in the Ragnarok Demon Hunting Group, led by An Lan, has occupied more than half of the area in the Holy Pearl.

The dazzling light almost illuminated the entire holy bead.

The territories of the Knights' Temple, the Magic Temple, the Soul Temple and the Priests' Temple continued to shrink under this powerful oppression, like a candle in the wind, ready to collapse.

The three powerful men of the Knights Templar, wearing shining armor and holding sharp swords, tried to protect their territory with firm will and tenacious resistance.

However, the pressure in the security field was like a mountain pressing down on them, making it difficult for them to move forward.

The magicians of the Magic Temple chanted something and waved their hands, releasing colorful magical lights, but these lights seemed so pale and powerless in front of An Lan's domain.

The strong men of the Soul Temple also found it difficult to resist the strong pressure. Before long, the Soul Temple's domain was finally overwhelmed and was completely squeezed out of the Holy Pearl.

At this moment, An Lan's sacred domain has occupied seventy percent of the area in the holy pearl, like a vast sacred realm.

Next, An Lan did not slack off at all. His sacred domain continued to expand steadily and soon occupied eighty percent of the area of ​​the holy pearl.

This caused the areas occupied by the Knights' Temple and the Magic Temple to be ruthlessly compressed again.

Under this powerful pressure, the three powerful men of the Magic Temple, led by Li Zhengzhi, tried their best to resist, but were ultimately unable to reverse the situation.

Their domain was completely squeezed out of the Holy Pearl, and the Magic Temple was eliminated.

"Forget it, forget it..." Li Zhengzhi sighed, his eyes full of helplessness. He and his companions put away their magic props and left the arena sadly.

After the Magic Temple was eliminated, the three strong men of the Knight Temple knew that the situation was over and there was no point in persisting.

So, they looked at each other, and tacitly withdrew their domain from the holy pearl.

At this point, the outcome of the game was no longer in doubt.

The game ended and the whole place was silent.

Chief Judge Chen Zidian cleared his throat and announced loudly: "The Temple Competition Field Battle is over! First place, Ragnarok Demon Hunters, received 600 points; second place, Priest Temple, received 500 points; third place, Knight Temple, received 400 points; fourth place, Magic Temple, received 300 points; fifth place, Soul Temple, received 200 points; sixth place, Assassin Temple, received 100 points; seventh place, Warrior Temple, received no points."

When Qiu Yonghao heard the result, his face instantly turned ugly. Twenty-four points, this score was the lowest in all the previous Holy Temple Competitions. He was filled with disappointment and resentment.

After the results of the competition were announced, everyone looked at the standings again. The total points of the Ragnarok Demon Hunters were already far ahead and firmly at the top of the list.

Chen Zidian looked at everyone and continued, "Tomorrow will be the final match of the Temple Competition. Due to the large number of participants and the use of equipment, the competition venue will be set up in the air."

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked.

Thinking back to the individual competition, the duel between just two people almost tore the entire trial field to pieces.

Tomorrow's team competition will be a fierce ten-on-ten confrontation. Together with the powerful Ragnarok Demon Hunters, a total of sixty-eight top warriors will engage in a melee, and there will be no restrictions on the use of weapons and equipment.

If the competition venue had not been set up high in the sky, I'm afraid these strong men would really raze the entire holy city to the ground.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel both excited and worried about tomorrow's game.

Everyone dragged their slightly heavy steps, their figures stretched very long in the afterglow, and they each returned to their homes.

Every step taken seems to be telling the hardship and difficulty of this game.

The members of the Ragnarok Demon Hunters showed no intention of relaxing.

As soon as they returned to the spacious and bright living room of their residence, they quickly gathered together.

In the living room, the light was soft, illuminating their solemn expressions. At this moment, they were either sitting or standing, discussing the crucial battle tomorrow.

After a night of rest and recuperation, when the first rays of dawn shone on the earth, An Lan led all the members of the Ragnarok Demon Hunters and arrived at the Holy Alliance Trial Field in high spirits.

Today's Great Trial Field is completely different from the past.

The usual lively scene is no longer there, replaced by an extremely solemn atmosphere.

This venue, which carries countless glories and dreams, now seems to be shrouded in an invisible haze.

The air was filled with tension, making people hold their breath, as if every tiny movement could break the silence.

For ordinary people, this game is undoubtedly an event they have been looking forward to.

They arrived at the Great Trial Grounds early, standing on the sides of the street or climbing onto the roofs, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.

In their minds, this melee that brings together the strongest men in the entire human race will surely be a magnificent and shocking visual feast.

They are eager to witness the peerless beauty of the artifact and feel the shock brought by its powerful force. They also look forward to this competition bringing the dawn of hope for the future of mankind.

For the strong men from the six holy temples, the Ragnarok Demon Hunters are undoubtedly the biggest variable in this battle.

In the previous spiritual power competition, the powerful strength displayed by the Demon Hunting Group shocked everyone.

"Everyone, get ready, the team battle is about to begin."

At this moment, the chief referee Chen Zidian's steady and loud voice rang out, like a heavy hammer, breaking the silence at the scene.

Upon hearing the command, the strong men from the six holy temples and the sixty-eight members of the Ragnarok Demon Hunting Group spread their spiritual wings at the same time.

For a moment, the colorful wings sparkled brightly in the sun, like a gorgeous cloud. (End of this chapter)