Chapter 184

A Seventh Rank Grand Mage can now fly through the air!

Moreover, this is merely a fragment of consciousness of a Deep Abyss God possessing the body of the High Priest.

"This power..."

As the Deep Abyss God transmitted its power, Lin Yan felt it instantly within the underground city beside the black hole!

This Deep Abyss God was precisely using the Abyssal Chasm beside the underground city to channel its power!

The passage of this Abyssal Chasm had already loosened considerably.

Otherwise, the Abyssal Flame could never have slipped out stealthily!

"Someone is communicating with the Deep Abyss God!"

Lin Yan had, in fact, been closely monitoring the war between the Miracle City and the Lion Clan.

To guard against surprises, Lin Yan directed his gaze along the threads of faith toward them.

Beside the fox girl Sister Qing Ling, temple maidens constantly prayed, so Lin Yan could instantly know the army's movements!

"We surrender! We surrender!"

On the walls of the Lion Clan's Wang Cheng, tens of thousands of Lion Clan warriors laid down their weapons completely.

Immediately after, the Lion Clan warriors behind the walls—who had prepared for street-to-street combat once the city fell—also laid down their weapons.

"It's over!"

The fox girl Sister Qing Ling rode atop a horse-woman and arrived beside Meng Ying.

Sister Qing Ling had long had a complete plan for dealing with the Lion Clan.

The Lion Clan's population of nearly a million could not possibly be slaughtered entirely.

In the battle on the Miracle Wasteland, over fifty thousand of the Lion Clan's most elite warriors had been killed.

Another ten thousand had been slain in the Green Lake Forest.

In short, the Lion Clan now had fewer than ten thousand warriors with any training!

The rest were insignificant.

Meng Ying nodded and said: "It's over!"

No sooner had she spoken than her brow furrowed.

For Meng Ying saw a person flying through the sky above the Lion Clan's Wang Cheng!

This person was not a winged being.

It was a Lion Clan member!

With Meng Ying's vision, she could clearly see: this Lion Clan member was the Lion Clan's High Priest!

"Look! It's the High Priest!"

Within Wang Cheng, Lion Clan warriors also spotted their High Priest and cried out in shock.

"Why is the High Priest flying?"

"Heaven above, the High Priest can fly!"

On the walls, the Thirteenth Prince also saw the Lion Clan's High Priest—his face lit up with ecstatic joy.

"The High Priest has arrived! We're saved!"

The Thirteenth Prince shouted:

"The High Priest has Reached Seventh Rank! The High Priest has Reached Seventh Rank! Everyone, pick up your weapons! We launch a counterattack!"

The Thirteenth Prince's words stirred the surrounding Lion Clan warriors.

Seventh Rank!

A mage who can fly is the hallmark of Seventh Rank!

The High Priest's power differs somewhat from that of a mage, but it still falls within the Mofashi Society's category.

Once one has Reached Seventh Rank, one can fly too!

Yet many of the Lion Clan warriors who had just been terrified and raised their hands in surrender had not yet picked up their weapons.

Only a few Lion Clan warriors retook their weapons.

"Is this the entire army? Hmm, the souls of these two little girls are delicious—then I'll take them both!"

In the sky, the "High Priest" let out a cold laugh.

Then, his eyes turned utterly dark.

Instantly, vast clouds of blackness erupted from nowhere across the entire sky.

These black clouds filled the sky in an instant, brewing a power that made one tremble!

It seemed that in the next moment, a force capable of destroying heaven and earth would descend from these clouds, delivering a fatal blow to the army below!

"A miracle! This is a miracle! The High Priest has communicated with the gods! The gods are about to unleash their wrath and slay all enemies!"

On the walls, the Thirteenth Prince shouted excitedly.

"He's actually Reached Seventh Rank!"

Below the walls, Meng Ying's face changed.

"No, something's wrong."

Meng Ying immediately noticed something.

She swung her staff, and a strand of Abyssal Flame shot toward the "High Priest" at blinding speed.

"Tsk tsk, using Abyssal things against a Deep Abyss God? How imaginative."

The "High Priest" saw the Abyssal Flame coming, didn't dodge or close his eyes—he simply swallowed it whole.

"The ways of a god are not something a mere Sixth Rank like you can oppose! Hahaha!"

The "High Priest" laughed loudly.

Meng Ying's face turned pale.

The Abyssal Flame could not even be touched by ordinary mages—this guy actually swallowed it whole!!!

Meng Ying did not surrender yet; she swung her wand, and immediately a massive fireball descended from the sky.

But the High Priest merely flicked a finger, and the fireball changed direction, hurtling toward Meng Ying.

Meng Ying moved her finger, and a defensive spell instantly blocked the fireball.

"Hmm? Instant-cast spell? It seems you've been blessed by some god—a divine favorite. Interesting. If I take your soul, your god will be furious, won't he?"

"The High Priest" sneered.

Though it was merely a wisp of the Demon God's consciousness, and the power transmitted was only Seventh Rank, even a single wisp of a Demon God, wielding Seventh Rank power, could unleash techniques that even an ordinary Eighth Rank might struggle to handle.

Thus, it was utterly unconcerned.

Yet, no sooner had its voice faded than a cold voice rang out: "You're right—I am indeed angry!"