After getting rid of the divine knight and the old shaman, Han Shuo's eyes focused on the Light Pope and the demigod magus. As for the two sacred magi from the Shrine of Ice, Han Shuo completely disregarded them.
On one hand, it was because the two of them were weak. On the other hand, it was because they had already lost all will to fight and fear. Even if they had the same strength as Han Shuo, Han Shuo wouldn't take them seriously, let alone two sacred magi.
From the moment the divine knight and the old shaman charged at Han Shuo, the Light Pope and the demigod magus had never stopped chanting their incantations. Only when the divine knight and the old shaman were pierced through by Han Shuo did the two of them raise their heads to look at the old shaman and the divine knight with grief in their eyes.
However, it was only a glance.
Soon after, the Light Pope and the demigod magus lowered their heads and continued chanting something. The incantation was long and difficult to understand and the tone was heavy and oppressive. It was as though they were brewing some extremely terrifying killing intent.
The divine knight and the old shaman were dead. When Han Shuo turned to look at the Light Pope and the demigod magus, he discovered that the two of them were still chanting something as though there was no one around them. It was as though they had no idea that Han Shuo was glaring at them like a tiger watching its prey, ready to kill them at any time.
This kind of undistracted concentration gave Han Shuo a bad feeling. This feeling was very sudden and strange. Therefore, Han Shuo did not act rashly. Instead, he became even more cautious.
The Light Pope and the demigod magus possessed unfathomable willpower that did not fear death. However, the two sacred magi from the Shrine of Ice were much more vulnerable.
Han Shuo's cold gaze did not linger on them. However, the two of them, who were fearful of Han Shuo, felt that Han Shuo's target had fallen on them. After the Shrine of Ice was destroyed, the two of them had thought of avenging the Shrine of Ice. This time, it could be said that they had put their hopes into action. But when they stood before Han Shuo and saw him coldly and cruelly finishing off the divine knight and the old shaman with ease, the fear that they had been suppressing due to the destruction of the Shrine of Ice exploded in an instant, shattering their already shaky resolve for revenge.
"Argh …" The fear in their hearts grew stronger and stronger. Finally, the two of them could not hold it in any longer and started screaming hysterically.
In an instant, the two sacred magi of the Shrine of Ice seemed to have suddenly gone mad. They opened their mouths and fired a series of ice magic at Han Shuo in rapid succession. Ice shards roared as they rolled towards Han Shuo, while their broad-bladed ice swords glinted with crystalline cold light as they ruthlessly stabbed at Han Shuo.
At the same time, the two sacred magi who had been attacking frantically actually did not retreat. Their faces were filled with complex expressions of fear and resentment.
Han Shuo let out a soft gasp of surprise. He knew that these two sacred magi from the Shrine of Ice were simply too terrified. Their actions were already mixed with too many chaotic emotions. There was no need to fear them at all.
However, as they had participated in the attack on the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force, in addition to the fact that they were top-notch experts of the Shrine of Ice, Han Shuo naturally would not let them leave alive.
Amidst the roars of ice that filled the sky, Han Shuo suddenly disappeared from where he stood. In the next moment, Han Shuo appeared out of thin air in the path that the two sacred magi had to take in order to retreat.
He unfolded the Demonic Blades in his two hands. It was as though two gigantic and bewitching flower buds had suddenly bloomed in his palms. With a twist of his wrist, the originally pure white and cold flower buds were stained with scarlet blood, dyeing the two enormous flowers into an incomparably gorgeous and beautiful state.
On the backs of the two sacred magi, a bewitching flower had similarly bloomed. It was just that the wounds were a little more sinister and the blood that flowed out was also a little faster.
With two muffled groans, the two sacred magi who had their minds blinded by fear laid cleanly on the ground. They were dyed blood red by two patches of grass. It was a rather beautiful sight.
Clang! Han Shuo retracted his fingernails and casually shook his hand. A few drops of blood flowed in all directions.
"You two, do you still want to keep up the act?" Of the six attackers, four had already been killed by Han Shuo. There were only two experts from the Church of Light left in front of him. Only then did Han Shuo look at them and speak unhurriedly.
Contrary to Han Shuo's expectations, the two experts from the Church of Light remained indifferent to Han Shuo's questioning. They remained silent like old monks in meditation.
A feeling of uneasiness welled up in Han Shuo's heart. Looking at the backs of the two in front of him, Han Shuo felt that they were an eyesore for no reason. His mood was also a little irritated. After his demonic arts had reached the Carnal Realm, Han Shuo's state of mind would rarely be disturbed in battle. This made him even more cautious towards the two.
After staring at the two for a while, Han Shuo coldly snorted and took a few steps back. The corners of his mouth curved into a sinister smile as he took out another Pearl of Annihilation. With a flick of his index finger, the Pearl of Annihilation suddenly shot towards the two.
Just as the Pearl of Annihilation was about to make contact with the two of them and explode, the space in front of the two of them suddenly rippled as if a small stone had been thrown into a calm surface. Before the Pearl of Annihilation could explode, it disappeared in a flash, as if it had disappeared into the water.
In the next moment, the space in front of the two distorted in a strange manner. Under the watchful eyes of Han Shuo, this distortion only lasted for a few breaths before it returned to normal.
Due to his connection with the Pearl of Annihilation, Han Shuo could clearly sense that the strange distortion in the space was caused by the explosion of the Pearl of Annihilation. Even with the connection between him and the Pearl of Annihilation, he discovered that the place where the Pearl of Annihilation exploded was extremely far away from where he was.
In other words, just as the Pearl of Annihilation was about to strike the Light Pope and the two, it was suddenly pulled into a spatial rift and exploded in another unknown and mysterious space.
Han Shuo quickly understood the situation with his consciousness. He was startled and immediately rejoiced at his cautiousness. Fortunately, he did not recklessly charge towards the two. Otherwise, he would have been pulled into the spatial rift by the Light Pope and the two. He would not have been able to return until his divine energy was exhausted and he would have died.
"How do they understand the profound edict of space?" A question immediately leaped into Han Shuo's mind. He stared at the Light Pope and the two with puzzled eyes.
Using the edict of space to create a spatial rift out of thin air and pull the enemy's attack or even life into a spatial rift devoid of natural elements was something that only gods who truly cultivated in the edict of space could do.
The Light Pope and the demigod light elemental mage should have cultivated in the elemental energy of light. Logically speaking, it was absolutely impossible for them to create such a mysterious and complicated spatial rift. However, the reality before his eyes told Han Shuo that everything was true. The space in front of them had indeed formed a spatial rift circle. If he were to recklessly enter it, he would very likely fall into a trap formed by high-level edict of space and be pulled into a spatial rift devoid of any elemental energy.
Before he understood the situation, Han Shuo really did not dare to recklessly barge in. Of the eight elemental energies and four edictal forces, the most mysterious were the edict of destiny and the edict of space. The number of gods who cultivated in these two forces was the least. Those who could cultivate in them were even rarer. Most people would not dare to recklessly touch these two edictal forces, and Han Shuo was no exception.
Extremely puzzled, Han Shuo could not help but take a few steps back. He secretly sized up the Light Pope and the demigod archmage in front of him. He unfolded his consciousness and did all he could to pry into every part of the two's body, trying to find the secret of the edict of space trap around them.
There were no abnormalities in the body of the Light Pope. The elemental energy of light, mixed with divine energy, flowed into the Holy Grail and the olive branch in his hands. The Crown of Light on his head glowed with a golden radiance and connected with his vast mental strength. However, the source of his energy was still the elemental energy of light, so there was no problem.
As for the demigod archmage who was tightly grasping the cross, his body was even cleaner than the Light Pope's. Han Shuo could not detect any trace of the edict of space on his body. Moreover, his strength was relatively weak. Logically speaking, the edict of space trap around them should not have been created by him.
What the hell is going on? Han Shuo was perplexed. A ripple appeared in his tranquil state of mind.
Han Shuo's brows were tightly knitted. He did not give up on trying to figure out the abnormality in front of him. His consciousness dispersed into thin threads that were hard to be seen by the naked eye and wrapped around the Light Pope and the demigod archmage. The consciousness belonged to the most mysterious and formless energy. It had no physical form and was untraceable. Han Shuo first tentatively released a strand of his consciousness toward the Light Pope bit by bit.
Suddenly, a wondrous feeling occurred.
A deathly still and desolate black hole suddenly leaped into the senses of Han Shuo's consciousness. That black hole was emitting colorful rays of light, twisting and throbbing, and emitting chaotic edict of space energy.
Han Shuo knew that it was a tear in space. Borrowing the strength of that strand of consciousness, he carefully sensed it and discovered that the strand of consciousness was indeed not affected by the tear in space. It was not affected by any kind of energy.
Han Shuo secretly praised the miraculous demonic arts and felt relieved. He left most of his consciousness in his brain. Only that strand of consciousness gradually moved forward, carefully avoiding the tear in space. Little by little, it advanced toward the Light Pope, who was clearly within reach but seemed to have a long way to go.
When doing this, Han Shuo's attention was unprecedentedly focused. He could not afford to be distracted. That strand of consciousness was like a slippery loach, slithering gracefully in a muddy swamp. It was neither impatient nor greedy as it approached the Light Pope little by little.
Gradually, under Han Shuo's careful probing, the incomparably wondrous consciousness really did avoid the tear in space and arrived at the narrow space where the Light Pope and the demigod archmage were staying.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Han Shuo suppressed the joy in his heart and used that tiny strand of consciousness to wander around the Light Pope's body, meticulously probing every corner of his body.
When that strand of consciousness slowly reached the mouth of the Holy Grail and was about to enter the Holy Grail to see what was going on, he suddenly heard a voice from the Holy Grail, "Who are you?"
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