Chapter 2782 The Battle of the Strongest People

According to the original plan, after he deliberately released the news that Ye Wudao was in this ruins, the most important top strength that should be triggered was Long Pavilion, and the fact is indeed the case.

The Dragon Pavilion obviously attaches great importance to Ye Wudao's existence and sent three pavilions to come at one time, providing great nourishment for cracking the seal.

But what he didn't expect was that the Pope actually came, and he also restrained the power of the demon god in its original nature.

"You must not let him continue!"

Seeing Ye Wudao's expression becoming more and more painful, the red light in his eyes continued to fade, Flavide finally couldn't sit still, and he made a fuss in his heart, not caring whether the Pope still had a retained trump card, so he turned into a red light and rushed over quickly.

His target was not the Pope himself, but the sixteen-winged angel in the air!

Infinite qi and blood bloomed from his body, and under his control, a huge vortex formed. In an instant, a huge blood sphere was drawn in the center, covering the sixteen-winged angel.

Flavide stood under the blood sphere, with blue veins swelling on his forehead and his eyes turned scarlet.

Under his control, the sea of ​​blood in the air seemed to have a self-awareness. Every drop of blood began to move rapidly, making countless sounds like leaves rubbing.

The Pope below couldn't help but change his expression slightly after seeing this scene.

"Since you are willing to use the power of your origin, you crazy man!"

He cursed inwardly, not caring about Ye Wudao's condition, and he quickly retreated to the rear, fearing that he would be contaminated by the extremely strange blood.

That was Flavi's own power, not being restrained by his holy lights, and even with the former's desperate display, he had to be afraid of two points.

After the crazy sea of ​​blood boiled in the air for more than a dozen breaths, it gradually calmed down. At this time, the Pope completely lost the sense of the sixteen-winged angel.

With the fall of the sixteen-winged angel, the holy light shining the entire mountain space dissipated, and the red light in Ye Wudao's eyes stabilized again. The strange aura on his body continued to gather, turning into black mist and lingering around him again.

Seeing himself in a passive situation of fighting against two again, the fear in the Pope's eyes became increasingly strong, and he felt a faint desire to retreat in his heart.

He looked at Flavide, whose breath was obviously weaker in the air, and did not rush to take action. Instead, he suddenly spoke after a moment of silence.

"I came to this ruins this time, not for you."

"What's the meaning?"

"Since there is no divine thing I want to look for here, I naturally don't have to stay there anymore. You can continue to implement your own plans, and everything has nothing to do with me."

The Pope put his hands behind him and spoke indifferently.

The meaning of this sentence is also very clear. Without enough confidence in winning, he no longer had the idea of ​​continuing to fight Flavy.

After all, there is no need for this at all.

Whether the latter really wants to revive the Demon God, it has nothing to do with him. The most important thing now is to ensure his own safety.

As the situation allows, he didn't mind taking action to stop the revival of the demon god, but judging from the current situation, the cost of such an approach is obviously too high.

Compared to the safety of this world, he cared more about his own life. When the situation was unfavorable to him, it was the most rational way to protect himself. After all, when it was confirmed that there were no divine objects here, there was no need to take risks at all.

And the other party should not refuse his proposal. After all, with his strength, if he gives everything, the other party will not be able to think about it.

In this case, a peaceful ending is obviously the best choice. In the absence of benefits, he can escape safely, and the other party can also ensure the implementation of his plan.

The pope looked very calm, as if he had guessed Flaved's choice, but what he didn't expect was that after hearing this, the latter was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loudly.

"Hahahaha! I knew, in the absence of benefits, how could you, an old guy, really fight me to the death."

"Your proposal is very tempting. If I were asked to choose, I would really agree, but."

"I have said before that lord is very dissatisfied with your existence, so I'd better ask you to die!"

Flavide licked his lips with a ferocious face, and then pinched a very strange gesture.

The next moment, the sea of ​​blood in the air surged again, turning into countless streams and falling towards the ground, trying to trap the Pope in it.

Seeing that his proposal was rejected, a look of anger flashed in the pope's eyes. Before he could get angry, he quickly took out the scepter he had been carrying with him.

At the top of the scepter, sacred halos bloomed out, and in the blink of an eye, a huge barrier formed in the air, blocking all the blood.

"I've been trapped, hehe."

After seeing this scene, a gleam flashed in Flavy's eyes.

"I'm going to see how long you can hold on."

Under his control, the sea of ​​blood surged up in the sky, constantly rushing towards the pope's light curtain. Ye Wudao on the other side was not idle either. He flashed in front of the light shield, and his hands turned into fists and continued to bombard him. Each fist carried a thousand pounds of force, and there was even a strange aura attached to it. However, in the blink of an eye, cracks appeared on the light shield.

Seeing that the defense was about to be broken, he was even more trapped in the joint strangulation of Flaved and Ye Wudao. The anger in the pope's eyes became more and more obvious, but there was no other way at the moment. He could only continue to increase the spiritual power input of the light shield and try his best to maintain it.

He originally wanted to block those seas of blood so as to buy time for counterattack for himself, but he was forcibly trapped in the same place by Flavide.

As long as he dares to stop the spiritual power supply to the light shield, the light shield will be broken in just a blink of an eye, and he will face the terrifying attack without any defense.

By then, he had no chance to use his skills, and in the best case, he would be seriously injured and half dead.

Because of this, he can basically say that he has lost the right to choose and can only keep defending passively.

And the outcome of this approach is also obvious.

It only takes enough time to survive the combined attack between Flavide and Ye Wudao, he will be exhausted to death sooner or later.

The powerful men who were distributed in various directions to provide blood for the sacrifice array also discovered this situation and their expressions became desperate.
Chapter completed!