I just covet their strength

Chapter 385 Hey, can we reconcile?
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

On the ruins where [Lord of the Sky] once ascended to godhood, the past tens of thousands of years are engraved. A scene that can only be revealed under the miracle of [Collapse of Time] has ushered in one of the most rare and frantic decisive battles in the mortal world. No, it is the most frantic battle at the moment.

Now that Lord Qinghui no longer had [Shadow Life], he condensed a sword and spear made of light in his hands. Objects constructed of absolute divinity were more convenient than any other magical weapons.

This (【影生】), is not needed!

“Hahahahaha!! Hehehe!!! Is this all you have? Is this all you have?! It’s far from enough to satisfy me!”

Westhead attacked everyone frantically, not caring about any loss or waste. With abundant divinity, he didn't need to consider the consumption of resources at all. The only thing that could limit his strength was his own output efficiency.

What the hell is going on! I'll just deal damage directly!
Often, as soon as the energy was condensed, Westhead would immediately throw away all the power he had gained, and continue to refine it for the next time without stopping.

Every second, every moment, every instant, Lord Qinghui's power was rising steadily, and every shot he fired was enough to shatter the shield barrier supported by Evening Prayer, and even his body, into pieces.

Westhead had no mercy on the woman. He knew that his lover would not die so easily. Having reached the demigod realm, there was no such thing as accidental killing. There was a huge gap between the suspended death state of losing the ability to fight and complete death.

Therefore, both sides went all out and fought with strong murderous intent, determined to fight to the death.

No one can face the devil-like Westhead alone, but as long as everyone sieges him, they will be able to fight him back.

Be it the [Sunshine Spear] transformed from pure dragon thunder; the slashing of the silver sword blessed by the cursed blood; or the whips and slashes of the two demons, or even the various fancy attacks of the [River of Clear Light], all of them combined made it impossible for Westhead to make any progress. In the end, two fists could not beat four hands, and he was beaten back step by step.

"It's unreasonable. You really pissed me off!"

Westhead was also enraged. Constantly reshaping his body was a rather tedious and embarrassing task even for an infinite divinity.

"Why do you have to keep pestering me? If so, then let me show you how vast the power I'm after is!"

After being hammered to pieces for who knows how many times, Westhead suddenly shook the latter away, and further released the shining spear in his hand. With the release of the shining spear, the entire ruins dimmed in an instant.

But this dimness only lasted for a moment, and the next moment, light appeared.

light.

Endless light is spreading in the void like a huge tide.

The tide was surging and as mighty as the river in the sky. Its surging spread caused the galaxies to shake, the realms to sway, and the sky and the earth to be immersed in it.

The river of light filled every corner of the sanctuary, as if all the light in the world had been taken away, and it washed over like a storm that swept away everything. Evening Prayer's figure could no longer be distinguished, as if it had merged with the tide of light and was invading like an overwhelming force.

This is the ultimate divine light tide brought about by Westhead. Any mortal life that withstands the cleansing of this pure and clean tide will be at risk of sudden death.

Pure numerical values ​​are really worth counting!

Even Lord Qinghui himself was not immune to the impact of the light tide. He rushed towards the place where the light tide was roaring. The burning of his bones and heart engulfed him, but Westhead only felt refreshed and comfortable. With further sacrifice of divine fuel, Westhead's soul-forged armor could no longer be maintained, and even part of his body had melted like a candle.

But even so, the people standing in front of Westhead did not give in at all.

To be precise, some people couldn't hold on and fell down, and several people were swept out of the battlefield by the light wave, such as Yulda, Mephis and even Anis, which surprised Westhead.

Logically it should be Elorleus who couldn't hold on, but the demigod demon [Lord of Feast] knelt down first and played a fake match, right?
It seems that the Dawei group is not of one mind, which is good.

Before Westhead had time to be happy, he saw someone coming against the tide of light.

Even though Reshia, Mivana, Evening Prayer and the others were consumed by the divine light, they still walked towards him with unwavering determination.

Seeing this, Westhead laughed and stepped forward: "Okay, okay! That's how it should be! Let's burn together!" "Let's see who will burn to ashes first!!"

The true red embers poured out from Evening Prayer's body and mixed in the tide of light, like a small boat in the raging sea, bravely fighting against the wind and waves. Although this amount of embers is nothing compared to the tide of light all over the sky, the truth is another matter. Evening Prayer did use this method to help his side move forward.

"Humph, you are trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm. You are overestimating your own abilities!"

No matter how hard Westhead tried to drive the surging tide of light, the remaining ember of fire could not be extinguished. Instead, it moved forward step by step, going upstream against the tide of light.

There is no longer any strategy in the battle at this point. Under the wave of divinity, any method seems pale and powerless. One can only rely on the purest will and strength to fight against the divine power that cleanses the mundane world.

No room for luck! Whether it is Lord Qinghui or the conquerors, they must maintain the fierce battle in an almost self-abuse manner, and the one who perseveres to the end will be the winner.

It is so simple and unpretentious.

Myvana: "It's like we're mortal enemies."

"It is more important than a life-or-death battle with a sworn enemy."

Reshia clenched her fists and stepped forward against the tide of light. Even the [Withered Glory Sun] could hardly recover from Reshia's injuries, but even so, the white-haired dragon lady stared at Westhead with her intact gorgeous blue eyes. Without any hesitation, she stepped forward step by step until she came in front of Westhead.

"Bam—"

Lord Qinghui was hit head-on and flew backwards, but he quickly got up again.

His face was filled with disbelief:

"That's impossible! How can you withstand the impact of divinity better than me?!"

"Choosing to ascend to godhood here is bound to lead to this outcome."

Evening Prayer explained: "It has nothing to do with divinity and power. This is a realm where order and chaos intersect. It is determined only by faith, will and desire."

"My love, when you allow us all to enter this area, the outcome is no longer in your hands."

Westhead shouted, "Even so! My desire is definitely not weaker than yours?!"

"Maybe."

Leixia came to Westhead and lowered her eyes slightly:

"Our faith may be stronger than your desire to ascend to godhood. We must make you remember the promises we made in the past."

"If you forget, I'll help you remember."

Then he punched Westhead in the face again, embedding the latter into the rubble.

"Boom-"

Westhead looked dazed, covering his swollen cheeks, his eyes wide open with a very sad expression, staring blankly at the four remaining women in front of him and said:

"Hey, can we reconcile?"

(End of this chapter)