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Chapter 629 Arrival

Chapter 629 Arrival
Above the sky, the greedy and mocking expressions on the faces of the demon lords froze instantly.

Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of horror and terror.

Since that great upheaval hundreds of years ago, all the holy deities should have disappeared...

Dead silence.

Both the surviving humans on the city walls and the surging demons outside were rendered still by this absolute pressure.

The next moment, the giant of light slowly raised his arms and then assumed the classic cross-arm pose.

As the light began to converge, energy hotter than a star began to pulsate!
The next instant, a thick, indescribable beam of pure white light shot out from the giant's arm.

That was not light, but the ultimate purification and judgment.

Wherever the beam of light passed, space groaned under its strain, and time seemed to stretch out.

The beam of light, like a spear, swept across, just as an eraser wiped away pencil marks on paper.

A bottomless canyon was carved out of the immeasurable army of demons.

All the demons in this "canyon," whether low-ranking inferior demons or high-ranking fire demons, were completely disintegrated the moment they came into contact with the light. From matter to soul, they were completely wiped out, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

The earth's wounds were smooth as a mirror, vitrified by the high temperature, reflecting the eerie dark clouds in the sky.

A death route that ran through the entire battlefield was thus forcibly opened up.

Upon witnessing this attack, the demon lords felt a primal tremor rise from the depths of their souls.

They never imagined that holy light could produce such physical destructive power.
escape!
That was their only thought at that moment.

Without hesitation, they turned around, burning their magical energy and transforming into several dark green streaks of light, fleeing madly towards the abyss rift.

As for the remaining demon army, they were ruthlessly treated as pawns to hinder the pursuit.

However, just as they were about to rush out of the Canaan city area, several equally dazzling pillars of light descended from the sky and landed precisely in front of them.

As the light faded, one after another, giants of light, identical to those before, appeared, forming an insurmountable sacred barrier that firmly trapped them in the center.

Desperate situation.

Byr's dark green flame pupils contracted violently. He sensed the auras of those saints who were of the same or even slightly superior rank as him, and the greed in his heart had long been replaced by a cold despair.

"Sacrifice!"

A mad and resolute will resonated among the demon lords.

Without a moment's hesitation, they simultaneously turned their power towards the still bewildered demon subordinates on the ground.

An irresistible attraction erupted from their bodies. On the ground, tens of thousands of demons let out extremely mournful howls. Their flesh and blood rapidly withered, and their souls were forcibly extracted from their bodies, turning into twisted black gas that merged into a filthy torrent that soared into the sky.

This energy, a combination of the power of tens of thousands of demons and several lords, was so violent that it could tear reality apart.

The dark clouds in the sky were stirred into a huge vortex, and at the center of the vortex, space was torn open like a fragile piece of cloth, creating a hideous rift.

Beyond the crack lies pure chaos and eternal darkness.

An aura of decay, far more ancient and terrifying than the magic of the abyss, spread out.

The fields of flowers that had just been brought to life by the miracle of Jehovah withered and decayed at a visible speed under the erosion of this aura, turning back into desolate scorched earth.

Life was completely stripped away at that moment.

A grand and indifferent voice resounded directly in the souls of all living beings.

"Interesting. I never thought such a thing still existed in this day and age..."

A figure slowly emerged from the crack. He was not physically imposing, yet he seemed to be the center of the entire universe.

With his arrival, everything on earth began to wither away at an accelerated pace.

That was Diablo, an ancient saint of the demon race. Through the information contained in the blood sacrifice ritual, he already knew the cause and effect.

His gaze fell upon those towering giants of light, and for the first time, a smile of great interest appeared on his face.

"But that's not enough."

Before he could finish speaking, Diablo had already made his move.

He casually flicked his finger, and several seemingly ordinary black fireballs drifted leisurely toward the giants of light.

Faced with this seemingly slow attack, the giants of light instinctively made the most perfect response.

The timers on their chests flashed, energy surged, and an impenetrable light energy shield was formed in front of them.

"boom!"

The fireball struck the shield with a muffled thud.

The shield shone brightly, firmly blocking the attack.

However, the next moment, all the giants of light suddenly shuddered, as if they had been hit head-on by an invisible giant hammer. Their massive bodies were forced back hundreds of meters, and charred cracks appeared on their chest armor.

The attack was successful.

Despite being perfectly protected by the shield, the damage inexplicably appeared on their actual bodies.

"This……"

Above the sky, the demon lords who had just sacrificed all their subordinates were stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter of relief.

"Hahaha! As expected of Lord Diablo! Kill them! Slaughter all these monsters!"

They finally understood that there was an insurmountable chasm between simply possessing the power of a sainthood and truly attaining sainthood.

This is like life on a two-dimensional canvas, forever unable to perceive the attack from the "thickness" of the third dimension.

Diablo's attack appears to be launched at the "present" point in time, but its true attack judgment is, from the unique perspective of the Holy Ones, acting on the "past" before the Giants of Light have deployed their defenses.

He attacked in the past, and then forcibly synchronized the "hit" result to the present.

If you can't sense it, you can't defend against it.

This is the overwhelming legal advantage of the holy over the non-holy.

However, Diablo ignored the sycophancy of the lords behind him.

He didn't even glance at the giants of light who were staggering backward.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the figure in white robes beside him.

From his perspective, endless light surged from the bodies of humans and giants of light, converging into Ye's body.

"Interesting, kid. What's your name?"

Diablo stroked his chin and asked.

"yeah……"

Ye responded calmly, and then the holy book in his hand reappeared.

With the appearance of this sacred text, the image of the Kabbalah Tree of Life reappeared in the void behind Jehovah.