Chapter 4233

It emitted terrifying yet brilliant radiance, sacred and dominant.

"Interesting."

Wugeng Liuli's lips curled slightly; behind her, black wings suddenly unfurled, "Then let me usher in... the twilight of the Biblical Pantheon."

Darkness surged upward from the earth, crashing violently against the infinite radiance of the heavens.

The radiance above the heavens could not resist—it was instantly corrupted.

"This power is... how could it be Fallen Heavenly power! How could a Fallen Angel possibly appear in this world!"

"It makes no sense—this isn't an Eastern system world! Could a Fallen Angel have already seized control?"

"The Lord is holy and great; He did not exterminate His angels! But these... Fallen Angels dare not remain hidden in corners and gutters, yet raise rebellion... truly seeking death."

"Kill her... this world is still ours."

Voices arose—some angry, some cold, some emotionless, some doubtful.

But in the end, all emotions transformed into pure, unadulterated killing intent.

One by one, Seraphim fell from the heavens.

"Amitabha."

The Awakened murmured a Buddha's name, then immediately activated World Shearing, targeting the opposing Heaven.

With a sharp boom, infinite holy light erupted from the tiny spatial fissure.

The Lord, seated in the Heaven, sensed the danger and immediately unleashed his energy to forcibly resist the World Shearing.

Then, those Seraphim who had surged forth halted mid-air, their bodies freezing.

After a brief silence, they all turned around, knelt halfway in the void, and bowed toward the direction of the spatial fissure.

Their faces bore alarm, but also excitement, joy, and fanaticism.

"A bit interesting."

Gudazǐ murmured, then her body erupted in brilliant lightning, "The Awakened alone may struggle against that one... so I'll join in."

A vast, formless entity appeared in the heavens.

Its entire body shimmered with utterly sacred radiance, its wings unfurling behind it.

But before it could speak, Gudazǐ, wreathed in lightning, kicked its abdomen with a thunderous blow.

It was blasted flying.

After a brief silence, the angels went mad.

"What? How is this possible!"

"Insolence... how dare you do such a thing to the Supreme Lord!"

"He must be killed! To strike the Lord... this is surely a demon more evil than Satan."

"A desecrator!"

They roared, their bodies exploding with holy light as they charged toward Gudazǐ.

They completely ignored Wugeng Liuli.

Though Fallen Angels were their mortal enemies, compared to a devil who dared desecrate God... clearly, they still wanted to kill that desecrator first.

"Do you think it's that easy to come and go as you please?"

Wu Tian spoke gently.

He waved his hand lightly; terrifying darkness surged forth.

It gathered and suppressed nearly half the angels in the sky.

Beneath Wu Tian's feet, the black Buddhist lotus slowly rotated, faintly revealing the shapes of angels within.

Moreover, black energy continuously infiltrated these angels' bodies, staining their white wings pitch-black, forcibly corrupting them.

"Really! My Master really knows how to cause trouble."

Achilles sighed, then activated his Noble Phantasm, charging across the sky with the Spear of the Stars.

Brilliant light shot skyward, piercing through the body of an immensely powerful Seraphim.

"Hoo-hoo!"

Heracles roared as he soared into the sky, seized a Seraphim's wing, and tore it apart with brute force; torrents of blood rained down from the heavens.

The Awakened chanted ancient sutras, deploying various powerful Noble Phantasm techniques to assist Gudazǐ in battle against the Biblical God.

The battle instantly reached its most intense state.

The Cikegong Society's elites clashed with God and the top-tier angels.

Slightly weaker angels collided with the Heroic Spirits; though outnumbered, the enhanced Heroic Spirits were far too strong, maintaining absolute superiority despite their numerical disadvantage.

The battle's aftershocks spread to every corner within sight.

The Six-Eared Macaque was utterly stunned.

He scanned the surroundings, his body trembling, as if muttering to himself or asking someone else, "What... what is this?!"

Su Han did not answer.

His expression remained calm; as he gazed at the scene before him, he glanced twice at the Cikegong Society chat room, finding many people chatting—within a few breaths, unread messages had scrolled past ninety-nine.

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