This sword did not cause fatal damage to Mikhail, but instead aroused his anger.
Turning into a ghost, it turned back and stretched out its big hand to grab me, but his clumsy body moved slowly, and when he turned around, I had already taken several steps back.
But what I didn't expect was that Mikhail opened his huge mouth and spat out a stream of black energy at me. A lot of the black energy was neutralized by the surrounding divine power, but the remaining half still came straight to me.
The door rushes.
I didn't expect his move, so I subconsciously raised my sword to block it. Then I felt a strong force that knocked me away. I flew at least dozens of meters before stopping. I waited until I stabilized my body and picked up the sword.
My hands are still trembling.
Mikhail's current power is definitely not weaker than the Ghost King!
Then how strong does Satan have to be?
After learning this information, I felt a sudden shock in my heart, and quickly shouted to the blond man: "Damn it, aren't you going to take action?"
"You are too reckless."
The blond man's tone was a little displeased, but soon he sighed lightly: "Hey, I really don't want to use the power of my body, Mikhail, you let me down so much... Gu Yan, help me buy two minutes.
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"Two minutes? Not even one minute..."
Before he finished speaking, Mikhail was already roaring and rushing towards me. His big hand like a cattail leaf waved directly towards my face. The power contained in it seemed to be enough to knock my brains out.
I didn't dare to confront him forcefully, so I could only raise Jingmeng and face him, hoping to use my physical strength to resist this attack.
But after all, I am not Shen Gong, and I can't use my spiritual energy at this moment. The result of the head-on confrontation was that Mikhail's slap sent me flying far away, and Jingmeng's jaw cracked directly, and my arm went numb for a while.
I can no longer feel its presence.
It was obvious that Mikhail heard what the blond man just shouted.
He understood that the blond man must be holding back some big move, so he immediately rushed towards him after forcing me away.
Then I definitely can't let him get his wish. Even if the blond man is unreliable, at least we are comrades now. I can't just watch his projection be shot away by Mikhail.
So I endured the pain, gathered the mental power in the sea of consciousness, and forcibly struck Mikhail. When his movements stopped, I rushed forward with my sword in hand.
You are smarter this time. Aren't you strong? I won't be finished if I don't confront you head-on?
I was like a loach, moving around beside Mikhail. I originally wanted to use the Dayan Point Star Array as an assistant, but maybe because this is heaven, I couldn't make the star map appear after a long time of hard work.
But the impact was not big. Mikhail's bulky body could not touch me at all. His attacks could always be dodged by me at the last moment, but I could find the opportunity to stab him with a sword.
For Mikhail, this behavior was not very harmful but extremely insulting. He screamed in anger, and occasionally a few drops of saliva splashed on his body, followed by a burst of pain.
But this is not the most important thing. What really worries Mikhail is that the blond man is obviously holding back a big move now, and it is a big move that can make him fly away.
But he is now firmly restrained by me. As long as he shows the slightest intention to rush towards the blond man, I will immediately slash at him with sword energy, and the spiritual snake transformed from the dream will bite him. This kind of pain originating from the soul will not matter.
Even Mikhail couldn't bear it now.
But I guess he also knew in his heart that if he continued like this, he would either be dragged to death by me or killed by the ultimate move unleashed by the blond man.
So he couldn't care less in his desperation. With a miserable howl, a huge amount of black pus and blood flowed out of his pores, gathered at his feet, and slowly spread to the surroundings.
I heard Mikhail let out a low roar of unknown meaning from his throat, and then like the ghost of that word, the pus and blood under his feet burned fiercely, wrapping his entire body in flames.
This flame made me feel dangerous, and I didn't dare to stay, so I immediately stepped back.
And Mikhail didn't want to get entangled with me, so he walked straight towards the blond man with heavy steps.
Unfortunately it's too late.
A majestic and majestic momentum floated from somewhere on the horizon.
The huge pressure made me breathless, and I actually felt Master's breath in that momentum.
Then, a ray of light a hundred times more brilliant than the surrounding holy light shot straight down from the sky, and the thick, milky divine power enveloped Mikhail without any bias, causing his movements to freeze instantly.
"Are you really..."
The moment he was locked in the aura, Mikhail seemed to start to despair.
He didn't resist or struggle, but looked at the blond man with a trembling voice: "You weren't lying just now, you really were..."
"I didn't lie to you, but it's a pity that you didn't believe me."
The blond man is in a strange state now.
There is kindness in his expression, and you can also see pity for Mikhail, but if you look carefully at his eyes, you will find that there is no emotion in them. Looking at Mikhail is like facing an ant.
This is the innate person. No matter how human-like they are, they are still essentially the embodiment of the way of heaven.
Heaven has no emotions, only reason, which means that no matter how close you are to them, you will still have that strange feeling of being separated by an entire universe.
The blond man is like this, and so is the master.
After receiving the affirmative reply from the other party, instead of despairing, Mikhail felt somewhat relieved.
"It is my honor to die in your hands."
After saying these words, he turned to look at me: "Gu Yan, I hope you can do me a favor."
"Sorry, I'm not interested in helping you."
I refused decisively, but Mikhail seemed not to hear me: "Sofia, if you really like her, then I hope you can treat her well."
What is this? A person who is about to die can speak kind words? Or is it a sudden discovery of conscience?
Anyway, I think it's quite funny, but I don't want to argue with someone who is about to die: "To be honest, I don't actually like your granddaughter, but don't worry, I will definitely not harm her."
Mikhail looked quite calm: "I hope you can do it. This can be regarded as a gift, because Sofia can give you more than just..."
There was a muffled sound of ‘bang’.
Before Mikhail could finish his words, a powerful force hit his soul directly.
In an instant, his soul began to disintegrate and fragment, and finally turned into the tiniest particle form, floating bit by bit in the space.
I was dumbfounded as I listened, and asked the blond man with wide eyes: "Fuck, what are you doing?"
"I don't want him to finish because it won't do you any good."
The blond man shook his head indifferently. He seemed a little helpless now. He sighed and said to me: "Gu Yan, actually we still lost."