There was an extinct volcano in the snowy mountain, and the magma flowed out continuously under the power of the formation. Under Wang Teng's control, the magma condensed into a lava dragon.
In an instant, a total of nine Lava Dragons appeared in the sky, covering the sky and the earth as they swooped down from above.
Their roars shook the sky, and the momentum was terrifying!
The people of the Universal Truth Sect in the surroundings were all extremely shocked and fled into the distance, leaving their Lord Pope to face the attacks of the nine Lava Dragons.
These lava dragons were originally charging towards the Pope of Truthism. At this moment, they were wrapped in scorching heat and crushed down with a rumble.
"…"
The Pope of Truthism's face was a little dark. He didn't expect Wang Teng to be so reckless and attack as he pleased.
And it was such a powerful attack right from the start.
He even wanted to let him experience it personally. F * ck, I'm so bored that I want to experience it personally.
The Pope of Truthism wanted to curse at this moment.
This brat in front of him was so black-hearted. He clearly wanted to kill him, but he said that he wanted to experience it personally.
His words were nice, but his attacks were ruthless!
However, the nine lava dragons were living creatures without thoughts. No matter how bitter the Pope of Truthism was, he still had to fall down.
Within a few breaths' time, the nine huge lava dragons were only several tens of meters away from the Church of Universal Truth's Patriarch. Their huge bodies appeared above his head, and their bodies, which were condensed from lava, emitted scorching heat incessantly, sending out waves of air currents.
The Pope of Truthism's eyes reflected that red body, and his pupils faintly constricted.
It had to be said that even a 13-star peak general-level martial artist didn't dare to underestimate this attack.
The Pope of Truthism raised the battle sword in his hand, and the force in his body surged like a tide, forming a huge golden barrier in front of him.
Boom!
The nine lava dragons finally descended and fiercely crashed into the golden barrier, creating a terrifying sound.
The golden barrier shook violently and entered a stalemate with the lava dragons!
"He … he blocked it??!"
The people of Truthism were shocked as they looked at the place where the two sides collided.
Zhou Xuanwu and the others couldn't help but frown. Could it be that even the formation couldn't defeat the Pope of Truthism? Was his strength really that strong?
Crack!
However, at this moment, a clear cracking sound was suddenly heard.
Everyone was shocked.
Then, a series of "crack ~ crack ~ crack …" sounds were continuously heard. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound and saw cracks appearing on the golden barrier.
Boom!
Just as everyone was shocked, the golden barrier couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly exploded.
The nine huge lava dragons turned into seething lava, gushing down and drowning the Church of Universal Truth's Patriarch completely.
"This …"
The members of the Zhenli Sect were speechless. Their faces turned pale and despair appeared once again.
If even their Pope was defeated, then what hope would they have?!
When the martial artists of the three armies saw this scene, although they were shocked, they immediately reacted.
"Kill"
"Destroy all evil Evil Evil Evil"
Cold shouts suddenly rang out, and all the martial artists began to charge.
The so-called momentum was when one side was weakened and the other side was strengthened.
At this moment, the aura of the Truthism martial artists was weakened, and the martial artists of the three major armies naturally became stronger, instantly gaining the upper hand.
The dozen or so bishops of Truthism were all warlord level existences, and their strength ranged from 10-star to 12-star.
They bore the brunt of the attacks of the three major armies.
The deputy generals of the three major armies were all warlord level powerhouses, especially the two deputy generals of the Xuanwu Army. Their strength was only below Zhou Xuanwu, and they had reached 12-star warlord level. They were extremely powerful.
These warlord level powerhouses each possessed powerful destructive power. Their battle areas were spread out to avoid affecting each other.
One by one, the champion rank experts transformed into origin power balls of light and collided continuously in the air. Their condensed intents wreaked havoc in the sky. Some used fist intents, some used palm intents, and most of them used sword and blade intents. At their level, mastering intents wasn't a difficult task. The only difference was the degree of mastery.
Boom!
Suddenly, there was an explosion.
An 11-star general-level expert from the Zhenli Sect was killed, and the attacker was a general-level expert from the Xuanwu Army. He beheaded the Zhenli Sect's expert with a single slash, and fresh blood splattered into the air.
Attribute bubbles fell out of the Truthism powerhouse's body and fell to the ground along with his corpse.
Wang Teng's attention was on the lava in front of him, and he didn't pay attention to the situation over there. Fortunately, these bubbles wouldn't disappear in a short period of time, and he could pick them up later.
With the death of the first Truthism warlord level powerhouse, the morale of the Truthism martial artists was once again impacted.
The Truthism bishops all had ugly expressions, and they couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts.
Warrior-level powerhouses were also humans, and they could die. If this continued, they would follow in the footsteps of the previous warlord.
…
Boom!
At this moment, a loud sound suddenly came from the lava pool in the sky, and countless drops of lava exploded, splashing everywhere.
A figure rushed out.
The Pope of Truthism!
He wasn't dead yet!
Everyone was shocked.
Zhou Xuanwu's pupils constricted as he said, "He's not dead yet!"
Wang Teng didn't look too surprised. He had already seen the situation in the lava through his Source Substance Eye. Although the Pope of Truthism's aura was a little unstable, his life force was still tenacious, and he obviously wouldn't die so easily.
"Pope!"
"Pope!"
The Truthism martial artists were overjoyed, and they all shouted.
The Pope of Truthism didn't care about the Truthism martial artists' cheers. At this moment, his face was ashen, his clothes were tattered, and there were many burn marks on his body, making him look extremely miserable.
He looked coldly at Wang Teng and said, "You're really surprising, making me suffer again and again. I haven't seen a young man with such great potential like you in a long time."
"I'll accept your praise!" Wang Teng said shamelessly.
"…" The Pope of Truthism choked and said coldly, "I'm not going to argue with you. You should be proud to be able to force me to this extent, but if you think you can kill me like this, you're too naive."
"Then have a taste of this again," Wang Teng smiled indifferently, waved his hand, and countless molten lava gushed out from the ground again.
Whoosh!
Surging like a tide, all the molten lava turned into a long river and swept toward the Pope of Truthism.
"Hmph!"
The Pope of Truthism snorted coldly and raised the battle sword in his hand.
A terrifying sword intent soared into the sky.
The golden light was incomparably bright, and everyone who looked at the light seemed to be injured by a sharp intent. They all felt a stabbing pain in their eyes, and tears flowed down unconsciously.
Some of the weaker warriors even had tears of blood flowing out of their eyes. Their two large eyeballs were injured.
The surrounding martial artists all looked away, not daring to look at it directly.
The Pope of Truthism's eyes emitted a sharp golden sword light, and it pierced toward Wang Teng.
Golden Resonant Radiance Sword Intent … One hundred percent!
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