A small half of the city had already been reduced to ruins by the clash of lightning and powerful forces. The result of this battle was even more unexpected.
Franklyn, who possessed the power of will of a large number of believers and the power of light accumulated for ten thousand years in the Divine Hall, would actually die in such a miserable manner. This was not something that anyone could have predicted beforehand.
"What happened to him?" A familiar voice sounded from beside him.
He Yiming glanced at his companion in surprise. In his memory, 108 seemed to have very little concern for the affairs of others.
"Brother Bai, Franklyn controlled power that did not belong to him. That power put too much of a burden on his body." He Yiming muttered to himself and slowly said, "Under the cover and repair of the power of light, his body could still barely hold on. But once he broke away from the power of light, his body could no longer bear the burden and completely collapsed."
Hundred and Eight nodded slowly. He tilted his head, and no one knew what he was thinking.
He Yiming heaved a long sigh and said, "Unleash as much power as you have. If you want to squander the power of the Divine Dao with your weak physique, then you are courting death."
Franklyn was a powerhouse at the peak of the human path when he was alive. Although his constitution could not be compared to the sacred beasts, it was definitely not related to the word 'weak'. However, after hearing He Yiming's evaluation, the two sacred beasts nodded at the same time. They agreed with He Yiming.
Although the peak of the human path was powerful, the Divine Path was not to be underestimated. Using the body at the peak of the human path to control the power of the Divine Path was like asking a ten year old child to wield a meteor hammer over a hundred kilograms. Before killing the enemy, the child would probably be crushed to death by the weight of the meteor hammer.
Compared to the power of the Divine Path, Franklyn could indeed be said to be weak.
108 suddenly turned his head and asked, "How's your body?"
He Yiming had also received the power of light when he fought with Franklyn. Since Franklyn was unable to withstand it, how could he be an exception?
He Yiming shook his head and calmly said, "Don't worry, I didn't absorb too much light energy." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Actually, Franklyn should be aware of this principle as well. However, the power of light is an irresistible temptation for someone like him who has a pure body of light. That's why he couldn't help but make a choice that exceeded his limits."
He Yiming's words were filled with regret. Even though they could be considered enemies, he still felt rather emotional when he saw a peak expert of humanity end his life in such a manner.
The path of cultivation was indeed a dangerous path full of thorns. Even the slightest bit of carelessness would result in eternal damnation.
After sighing deeply, He Yiming bent down and took off Franklyn's crown, robe, and staff of light.
He casually flipped through them and indeed found a spatial item on the pope's body. However, He Yiming was rather surprised by the spatial item because it turned out to be a rare belt.
He Yiming did not flip through the items inside. Instead, he stuffed them all into his Five-elements World.
Even though many places in the city had turned into ruins, there were still many pairs of eyes staring at He Yiming. When they saw He Yiming mercilessly take away all of the pope's treasures, they were unable to restrain their anger. Nevertheless, no matter how furious they were, nobody dared to step out and stop him from the beginning to the end.
After He Yiming and the others came here, the power they released was so strong that it had completely shocked everyone here. After the pope's death, nobody dared to take the initiative to provoke He Yiming anymore.
After putting everything away, He Yiming looked up and stared at the towering divine hall, which was still standing tall and was not damaged at all. He had a strange look in his eyes.
The powerhouses hidden in the divine hall felt their hearts turn cold. Although they looked gloomy, their eyes were still firm.
If He Yiming really planned to tear down the entire divine hall, they would do their best to stop him even if they had to die.
Perhaps their powers were not enough to stop He Yiming, but before they were all dead, He Yiming could not successfully tear down the entire divine hall.
Nevertheless, He Yiming only stared at the divine hall for a while before he rode his white horse and declared loudly, "I won't attack unless I'm attacked, but if I'm attacked, I'll pay back a hundredfold …"
Before he had even finished speaking, the white horse had already spread its hooves and galloped away in the blink of an eye. Only his drawn-out voice echoed in the sky above the city.
After the white figure disappeared into the horizon, several figures rushed over from the divine hall.
They surrounded Franklin's bloody corpse, and each of them had a sorrowful look on their faces.
The most powerful pillar of the divine hall in hundreds of years had collapsed at this moment. No one could easily accept such an unforeseen event. They blinked as if they were wondering if it was all just a dream.
However, the sobbing sounds that came from all around them soon made them understand that all of this was happening in reality.
An old man with white hair and beard suddenly said, "Pray. Let us summon the lord's saint soul."
The few people around him sat down at the same time. Their status in the Divine Temple was extremely noble. Normally, they would have hundreds of people at their beck and call. They lived like princes. However, at this moment, they did not mind sitting on the ground. Regardless of whether the place was filled with dirty water or bloody, they just sat down.
Strange voices came out of their mouths one after another. These voices were filled with some kind of powerful and special power. Their energy was incomparably concentrated, and every syllable seemed to consume a lot of their strength. Soon, this strange chanting method made them sweat profusely.
However, no one gave up no matter what. They seemed to firmly believe that a miracle would happen.
After a long time, a faint light slowly emerged from Franklyn's corpse.
After seeing this, those people became more and more excited. Their fatigue seemed to have been swept away, and the voices from their mouths became louder and louder.
Finally, the faint light began to condense and eventually turned into an illusory Franklyn.
If He Yiming was here and saw this scene, he would definitely think of the pitiful chairman of the Dark Alliance.
This peak expert of humanity who was plotted against by his companions died. After his death, he relied on his incomparably powerful willpower, or perhaps it should be said that he was unwilling to die and wanted to drag others down with him. That was why his will erupted, and he once existed in this world as a will for a short period of time.
Franklyn clearly did not have such strong willpower or some kind of belief that he could not let go of. Therefore, after he died, his consciousness began to slowly dissipate.
However, the divine hall that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years did indeed have a mysterious and powerful power. Their Elders had actually used some kind of secret technique to condense Franklin's consciousness, which was gradually dissipating, back together.
Although it could not take a long time, it was still an amazing thing.
"You … are all here." The illusory Franklyn looked around. He seemed to have put down his thoughts and said, "He Yiming is too powerful. You are not to provoke him anymore."
The elders of the Temple looked at each other in dismay. They never thought that the first thing the Pope said after they finally managed to summon him back was to warn them not to take revenge.
The white-haired old man in the lead bowed deeply and said, "Your Highness, do you have any other orders?"
"Garfield and I are both dead. There are no more peak powerhouses in the western world. This trip to Iceland is no longer something you can participate in." Franklyn said calmly, "Before a new peak powerhouse of humanity appears in the western world, venerables are not allowed to enter the east."
The elders bowed and agreed without hesitation.
"Liedt, you will inherit the position of the pope. Pass down the glory of the God of Light forever." Franklyn raised his voice slightly.
Before he died, his body was still under the control of that powerful force. But after the elders pulled his consciousness back from the verge of dissipating, he immediately calmed down and began to give orders for his death in an orderly manner. It wasn't until the moment when the successor was appointed that there was a slight fluctuation in his voice.
The white-haired old man Liedt prostrated himself deeply. He nodded and respectfully accepted the order.
Although he also knew that it was not a good thing for him to take over the position of the pope at the most critical moment of the divine hall, he was second only to His Highness in the entire divine hall in terms of strength and reputation. Therefore, he was the only one who could bear this burden.
Franklyn looked at his bloody corpse. With his wisdom, of course, he knew who had taken his things.
After a while, he suddenly said, "Edwin."
The handsome Edwin immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Highness."
Among the four people who escaped from the nameless island, one of them was the most outstanding disciple of the divine hall.
"You, take my skeleton to a place," said Qin Feng. Franklyn's tone was incomparably solemn: "If you can find that place, and ask for help. Then, the treasures we lost and the glory of the God of Light will return to our hands. "
Edwin raised his head and asked in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, where is that place?"
Franklyn's portrait gradually faded. After losing the support of his body, his consciousness finally began to dissipate. It was truly and completely dissipating from this world.
However, the last words he left in this world reverberated in everyone's ears.
"The outer seas, the Island of God …" (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please go to www.qidian.com to read more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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