Chu Rui was flabbergasted. Looking at the Holy Light Magic Cannon in his hand that had undergone a qualitative change, he couldn't be any more shocked.
A Legendary-grade item! This is a freaking Legendary-grade item! It's too frightening!
"Quick, fire at the top of the altar with all your power!"
The White Pope's voice suddenly rang out from the Holy Light Magic Cannon. Chu Rui was so shocked that he almost threw the item away.
Glancing at the White Pope who was still entangled with the Baleful Yin Demon Monarch, Nie Yan could see the exhaustion on his face even though his body was still glowing with a dazzling white light. His soul, which was almost corporeal, was now illusory, as if it would dissipate at any time. He was like a lamp that had run out of oil. Everyone could see this.
Chu Rui didn't say anything. He directly raised the Holy Light Magic Cannon, stood on the platform, and aimed at the darkness above. No matter what was above, Chu Rui didn't have time to analyze it. At this moment, he could only trust the White Pope.
"Holy Light … Magic Cannon!"
The white magic cannon emitted a strong white light. A pair of small angel wings on the cannon body flapped continuously, and a crazy amount of energy quickly gathered at the barrel. The magic core on the cannon body constantly shone with a luster, and the energy contained within was crazily stuffed into the barrel for a fatal blow.
White light shone brightly. Endless white light began to condense at the barrel's mouth, and a terrifying pressure spread out, causing the entire Gods' Altar to tremble.
This, this was the full power of a Legendary-grade item?
Chu Rui's hands began to tremble. This was only the prelude, and it was already so powerful. If it was really fired, wouldn't it blow a hole in the sky?
Rumble the sky? Hole?
Chu Rui was horrified. He instantly guessed what the White Pope wanted to do. Originally, he wanted to die together with the Baleful Yin Demon Monarch. However, Chu Rui had inherited the legacy of his brother, the Phantom Thief. Moreover, he had also snatched the item that the Baleful Yin Demon Monarch had refined for ten thousand years. Given the hatred the White-Robed Pontiff had for the Baleful Yin Demon Monarch, he would not be able to rest in peace even if he died if he did not deal the Demon Monarch a thorough blow. Since he could not kill the Demonic Lord of Sinister Yin, the only thing he could do was to turn his ten thousand years of scheming and hard work into nothing. And this key thing was in the hands of Chu Rui. If he could protect Chu Rui and send him away, then he would have achieved his goal. That was why the White Pope had gone all out in an instant, using his terrifying soul force to evolve the Holy Light Magic Cannon. Moreover, he had sent a wisp of his soul into the Holy Light Magic Cannon to become its weapon spirit.
The Holy Light Magic Cannon was the ultimate skill of the Holy Light Magic Cannon. As a Legendary-ranked item, its power was unparalleled. However, the time it took to store up power was also extremely troublesome. If it was a sneak attack, it wouldn't be a problem, but the key was in the current situation. Those ten seconds felt as long as ten centuries. After understanding their plan, if the Demonic Lord of Sinister Yin still allowed them to succeed, then he was not worthy of being called a Demon Monarch. He was purely a fool.
"Want to leave? Have you asked for my permission? "
The Demonic Lord of Sinister Yin pushed the White-Robed Pontiff back with a palm strike. He was ready to charge up the array platform and kill Chu Rui who was storing up power for the Holy Light Magic Cannon. However, how could the White-Robed Pontiff let him have his way? He did not have much time. He had to keep Chu Rui busy to buy time for Chu Rui to destroy the Demonic Lord of Sinister Yin's ten thousand years of hard work.
Five seconds, six seconds, seven seconds …
The Holy Light Magic Cannon in Chu Rui's hand shone brighter and brighter. The terrifying white light seemed to transform into an indestructible light sword that pierced through the sky.
"Damn it, Seven Great Demons, get your ass over here and stop that human brat!"
The Demonic Lord of Sinister Yin almost spat out a mouthful of blood as he watched the Holy Light Magic Cannon in Chu Rui's hand continue to increase its power. How could he be willing to watch his ten thousand years of hard work being destroyed in a day? With a roar, the seven statues in the Hall of Gods began to shake violently.
Damn it, I forgot about the Seven Great Demons!
Hearing the Demonic Lord of Sinister Yin's roar, the White-Robed Pontiff and Chu Rui's hearts skipped a beat. If the Seven Great Demons joined the battle, then they would be doomed. However, at this point, they were only one step away from success. They could not afford to give up. At this moment, even if the Seven Great Demons came together to skin Chu Rui alive, he would have to persevere and store up his energy to break through this place and escape.
"Buzz buzz buzz …"
The statues of the Seven Great Demons shook violently under the Demonic Lord of Sinister Yin's roar. Then, they fell silent.
What was going on? What was going on?
Not only was the Demonic Lord of Sinister Yin dumbfounded, even the White-Robed Pontiff and Chu Rui were confused. Why didn't the Seven Great Demons help? If they did, Chu Rui and the White-Robed Pontiff's plan would fail. They would lose without a doubt.
"Wow … Good, good, good. Who would have thought that my ten thousand years of scheming would be destroyed by seven traitorous bastards like you? You want to follow this kid out of trouble? Dream on! "
The Seven Great Demons remained silent. The Holy Light Magic Cannon's energy had reached its final stage and could no longer be reversed. Ten thousand years of scheming, all for naught. Such a blow caused the Demonic Lord of Sinister Yin to spit out a mouthful of blood. He roared with a ferocious expression. At this moment, his hatred for the Seven Great Demons far exceeded that of the White-Robed Pontiff and Chu Rui. The White-Robed Pontiff and Chu Rui had opposed him because they were enemies to begin with. It was either you die or I die. There was nothing to complain about. However, the Seven Great Demons' actions were a solid betrayal. Furthermore, they had stabbed the Baleful Yin Demon Monarch in the heart at the most critical moment. How could he not know what the Seven Great Demons were thinking? If Chu Rui blasted open this place, it would be equivalent to breaking the boundary. In this way, it would be equivalent to giving them freedom. For a person who had been trapped for ten thousand years, nothing was more precious than freedom. The Demonic Lord of Sinister Yin knew this very well. Originally, he had only subdued the Seven Great Demons by finding the Seven Great Dogs. However, he had never imagined that the Seven Great Demons would betray him at such a critical moment, causing him to be covered in cuts and bruises. He was filled with hatred. However, even if his hatred was deeper than the depths of hell, there was nothing he could do to reverse the situation.
"Holy Light … Magic Cannon!"
Rui's eyes flashed with an incomparably crazed light, as he controlled the Holy Light Magic Cannon and aimed it towards the dark altar above, and fired a powerful shot.
A white beam of light the size of a bowl shot out crazily, dragging a tail like a meteor. Under everyone's gaze, it violently bombarded the top of the altar.
"Buzz …"
The terrifying energy seemed to have collided with something. The terrifying collision caused the space to distort, creating an unreal and illusory feeling.
This state only lasted for a few seconds. The dark fog dissipated, and a soft ray of sunlight shone through the large hole that had been blasted open.
The seal of the Gods' Monastery had been broken!
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