A group of Sheephead believers looked at Brando standing in the hall as if they had seen a ghost. Even if the master they worshipped was still on the podium, these people could not help but feel fear deep in their hearts. They hurriedly backed away from Brando.
The chill that permeated Brando's body was so strong that even Delfien, who was a little closer to him, felt a little unbearable. Her face was pale and her teeth were chattering.
Huang Huo looked at her teacher with some surprise. It was the first time she saw Brando like this. Even during the battle between Finhotos and Dusk, her teacher did not show such power.
This was the power of the law.
There was no doubt.
But this power of the law was not cold or anything related to ice. Even Fang Qi could not help but look back at the guy who 'caught' him all the way to this place. He was still a little weak because of Akentu, and this weakness was even more obvious under Brando's domain. He even had an illusion in his heart that the man in front of him only needed a glance to freeze him into ice and then turn him into ashes.
"Confinement space, the basic thermal movement of matter and elements … this is the element of space … time, space, and cause and effect … this is …"
Akentu's hoarse voice seemed to come from the depths of hell. It stared at Brando with red eyes, gritted its teeth and roared, "Sage … damn the power of the sage. Very good, you remind me of the damn Miirna. I will let you taste the anger from hell!"
It screamed and just raised its claws, but at this time, space seemed to have a strange dislocation. The Demon King Akentu's head tilted, and a blood line appeared at the connection between its shoulder and body.
The blood line continued to extend back, bringing a ripple in the space. It swept across the narrow space, and rows of pews were broken from the middle. With a soft crack, the ripple swept across the north wall of the chapel, and a straight and slanted black line immediately appeared on the wall. The black line from top to bottom divided the entire temple into two.
Time seemed to be frozen at that moment.
The King of Devils still had a horrified expression on its face. It screamed, "No —!"
In the bloody mist, everyone, including all the Sheep Head disciples present, saw Akentu's right arm suddenly twisted in a position that should not appear, and then fell off from his shoulder. There was still a trace of blood at the fracture, spinning and flying towards a stone pillar not far away.
Everyone's jaws dropped.
In particular, the believers of Akentu seemed to have seen the most incredible thing in their lives.
But this was only the beginning, not the end.
When Akentu's right arm hit the pillar, bounced back, fell to the ground, and rolled twice. Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the top of the hall, as if something had shattered. Everyone looked up and heard a loud bang. The hall suddenly intersected along the diagonal line on the north wall, and the ground on one side sank down with a rumble. In an instant, the Holy Sanctum was pulled down by tens of centimeters.
After the walls cracked, the situation outside was revealed. A crack extended in the direction where the hall had sunk, and the Sheep-Head cult members who had gathered outside had already turned into a river of blood. A straight line seemed to have divided Hadran into two, and with the temple as the starting point, the port was divided from the center.
The crack extended all the way to the bay outside the port, and everyone saw an unforgettable scene on the sea.
A white line visible to the naked eye appeared on the sea in the distance. The white line extended all the way to the deep sea. It separated to the left and right, forming a deep valley and two parallel waterfalls on the sea.
A sword split the sea — —
Huang Huo couldn't help but cover her mouth.
The power to move mountains and rivers, fall stars, sun and moon, overturn oceans and rivers, the end of the power of the mortal world.
The legendary Sage's Domain had not appeared on this land for thousands of years. When the Gold and Silver Clans went into seclusion, there were no longer any similar legends in the mortal world.
And today.
The most magnificent chapter described in the Pale Poem, the sages of the mortal world, had returned.
Fang Qi was petrified in place as if he had been cast by magic. He originally thought that the gap between himself and Brando could at least be closed. Even on the battlefield of Fenhotos, Brando fought against the entire army of Dusk by himself. He did not think that he could not have such power one day.
But at this moment, facing the sword that split the sea, all words had lost their persuasive power. He knew that this was no longer the power of the mortal world.
This was the power of God.
The Sage, the God of the mortal world.
Brando pointed at Akentu, who was not far away, with no expression on his face. The earring in Akentu's claws was Pharrell's earring. He had personally returned the earring to her, so he would never mistake it.
Although he did not have much interaction with her, the silent girl, Aloz's companion, still left a deep impression on him.
The Demon King was still roaring with his mouth wide open, but he covered his wound with one hand. His eyes and heart were full of fear, and there was only one thought in his mind:
Run!
When did the mortal world become so terrifying? In his time, these people were still the slaves of the Miirna people, and had no combat power at all. What happened in these thousands of years, where were the Miirna people? Where were the Buga people? Where were the Silver Elves?
And those believers he had seen before, those mortals should be the slaves of the undead, right? Even the skeletons themselves were such a weak race, why did this happen?
He did not react at all, because he had not experienced the era of the War of the Holy Saints, so he could not understand the concept of mortal sages. In fact, if he had awakened five hundred years earlier, that world might have been more in line with his understanding.
But at this moment, the era of war and chaos had arrived, and the sages of the mortals had returned to this land.
Akentu turned around and fled. He was the Demon King's avatar. If his original body was here, he might be able to fight Brando, but the avatar was too weak, and he understood the difference in power between himself and his opponent. But the avatar also had its advantages, at least the avatar was good at escaping. As long as he escaped from this temple, he could activate the demons' innate teleportation.
Its power had long been weakened after thousands of years of sealing, and this avatar must not be easily buried here.
But just as Akentu took a step, his body froze.
"Time … … Time … …"
Everything flowed backward in front of it, and the strange scene from before appeared again. It saw that the collapsed hall was actually being restored, and the scattered bricks were flying back into the sky, filling up their original broken positions.
The broken chair was reconnected, and he had just taken two steps, but once again returned to the original point.
Akentu turned around in horror, only to see a cold sword light sweeping across its neck.
In the eyes of all the sheep head believers in the hall, the head of the Demon King's avatar flew high, then fell to the ground, rolled a few times, hit a stone pillar, and stopped.
On the head, a pair of eyes were wide open, as if he still could not believe it.
Then everyone heard a muffled sound, and Akentu's headless body knelt down heavily, and then fell to the ground.
There was silence in the hall for a while.
After a while, an angry roar was heard:
"Damn human, you're dead, I'll take revenge — —!"
But the voice soon faded, and became weak and inaudible.
Brando silently glanced at the cracked altar in the temple, and then sheathed his sword. Ling, who had been standing beside his sister, seemed to have found an opportunity to speak. His voice was a little bitter as he said: "Mr. Brando, that demon is lying to you, Miss Aloz is not dead … …"
"What?" Brando was taken aback, and the momentum accumulated in his body dissipated in an instant. He froze for a moment before asking: "Wait, Aloz, why her? Isn't it Flora? "
Ling did not answer again, as if he had exhausted all his strength to say that sentence before.
The little girl beside him seemed to be in a dream. She looked at the blood on her sister's chest, and then looked at Brando with a look of surprise.
At this time, the shepherd on the other side of the Holy Temple noticed that no one seemed to be paying attention to this side. He grabbed the cloak in his hand and suddenly sneaked out of the Holy Temple, but before he had time to take two steps, he was caught by Huang Huo from behind and tripped to the ground with her scabbard.
"That's my sister's cloak!" The girl finally whispered.
Huang Huo nodded to her, but looked at Brando and asked in a low voice: "Teacher, have you broken through the realm of the Sage?"
Everyone's eyes could not help but focus on Brando.
Brando nodded silently. In fact, when he passed through the portal, he seemed to have gained some kind of insight from the Law of Space. He faintly felt that he had touched the last door from the Extreme Plain to the Sage Domain.
And when he fought with Akentu just now, because of the anger in his heart, he finally grasped that insight and understood the ultimate relationship between space and time and even the cause and effect of all things. Martha's Law seemed to have connected with him in an instant, allowing him to finally see the scenery that he had never seen in his previous life and this life.
That was the true essence of the world by the Abyss Lake, the power of existence.
The power of existence was indeed the true bridge to the Sage Domain, and any Sage Precept simulated by the War Slate would not be able to achieve this step.
This was also the reason why no player had ever reached this height.
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