Photons are basic particles that transmit electromagnetic interactions. When countless photons move, light is produced.
In people's common understanding, light represents brightness and warmth, giving people a sense of security.
But few people know that light also has pressure, and the pressure of light is called light pressure.
When the light shines on your body, you don't feel the pressure transmitted by the light at all.
But the light beam at this moment was so dense that the pressure it generated was like an extremely heavy mountain, pressing down on the fallen angel.
In the huge pillar of light, the fallen angel knelt on the ground, dense black blood oozing from his broken knees.
The seemingly endless light pressure forced him to press his hands on the ground to barely support his body.
The fallen angel's first reaction was to meet Michael, but the power of the light pillar was not the holy light, so this idea was quickly rejected by him.
Moreover, the kingdom of heaven is currently entangled with several alien evil gods in Olympus, so it should not have the energy to get involved in the distant east.
As for the more distant Nordic evil gods, they will never come here.
After ruling out these possibilities, the shock in the fallen angel's heart became even stronger.
He had never thought that the gods in the East could be so powerful.
The fallen angel was very surprised when he fought with Emperor Shitian before.
Even in the Kingdom of Heaven, except for those powerful angels, there are very few people who are his opponents.
But now, without even seeing who took action, he was forced to such a miserable state.
He is already a mature four-winged body. It will take less than half a year to become a complete body and completely inherit Leviathan's name and power.
Die here?
How could you be so willing!
Painful and angry roars spewed out of the mouth, and the four black wings unfolded hard and slowly.
The fallen angel was trembling all over, holding his sword and struggling to stand up inch by inch.
With the exertion of force, large streams of black blood burst out from the shattered knee.
This black blood instantly turned into steam under the high temperature and pressure of the light beam.
Black steam lingered around the fallen angel, slightly reducing the power of the light pressure.
After a while, the fallen angel finally stood up, raised his head with difficulty, and looked up at the sky with great hatred.
What horrified him was that the source of this huge light pillar, these terrifying lights, turned out to be an arrow.
A silver-white feathered arrow.
The feather arrow floats quietly in the center of the light pillar, emitting infinite light.
This feathered arrow hovered quietly in the sky, motionless.
A three-edged arrow made of an unknown metal was pointed at him.
This feathered arrow is hovering still, looking ordinary.
But the light it released showed that it contained extremely terrifying power.
The fallen angel realized that if these powers were completely released, there would be no chance of his survival.
However, this feather arrow just hovered above his head quietly, motionless.
It's as if the owner of this arrow is saying: Whether I kill you or not depends only on my thoughts.
This is absolute confidence and absolute contempt.
The fallen angel knew that the owner of this feather arrow was very powerful, but he did not expect that it was so powerful to such a terrifying level.
As a result, the fallen angel began to be afraid, but this fear soon turned into anger, incomparable anger.
He is the one closest to Leviathan among the candidates of this generation.
Yet he was so despised and treated like this.
He simply couldn't accept this humiliation.
The fallen angel was furious, his blood burning with anger, and the black sword in his hand suddenly expanded.
"The blood of the alien god must end with the sword!"
The fallen angel's wings suddenly flapped, and he raised his sword to strike.
The long black sword named "Jealousy" cut through the white light flowing like mercury and shot up against the light.
This is a sword of despair, and it is also the strongest sword of the fallen angels.
Black light penetrated the white light beam.
A sigh suddenly sounded from the pillar of light.
That was the sigh coming from the Temple of War in the distant city of Kyoto.
The hovering arrow, which looked like an ordinary feather arrow, fell downwards.
The long black sword shattered and dissolved inch by inch.
The fallen angel's pupils shrank into black dots.
The feather arrow shattered the seven deadly sins called "jealousy".
It also shattered the fallen angel's arm.
Then it penetrated the fallen angel's chest.
A hole appeared in the fallen angel's heart, and the walls of the hole continued to expand, getting bigger and bigger, dissolving his physical body.
Feeling death approaching.
At this moment of dying, a fierce look flashed in the fallen angel's eyes, his throat bulged and squirmed, and he made a gurgling sound from his mouth.
He opened his mouth so wide that the corners of his mouth were almost split to the base of his ears.
puff.
An egg the size of a fist was ejected from the mouth of the dying fallen angel, followed by a second, third...
In a moment, dozens of eggs spewed out of the fallen angel's mouth flew in all directions at extremely fast speeds.
Finally, the fallen angel's neck began to dissolve, then his chin, mouth, nose...
Watching dozens of eggs fly away, the fallen angel's vicious and fierce eyes were also dissolved.
Kyoto City, on the tallest building.
Zhou Yan held the long bow and frowned as he looked at the dozens of "eggs" flying everywhere.
These "eggs" have no spiritual power fluctuations, and their outer shells have some kind of strange substance that can isolate them from spiritual detection.
Soon, these "eggs" disappeared from sight, and even if he used Dayan's technique, he could not deduce their location.
"The evil god of the West has also awakened."
"Just a pathfinder, so troublesome."
"I can't see this world more and more clearly."
The first person in Kyushu to return to his ancestors murmured to himself, then raised his head to look at the sky, not knowing where his eyes landed.
There is a sky in the sky.
There is a sky beyond the sky.
In that endless high sky, there is a person flying straight upward with a sword.
The atmosphere had long been left behind, there was no air around, the temperature dropped sharply, the sword was covered with frost, the man's clothes were frozen stiff, and there were ice crystals hanging on his eyebrows and eyelashes.
The whole person is like a frozen sculpture, but he is still flying to higher places at an extremely fast speed.
The "high" here is just a relative concept.
The planet where Kyushu is located is only the size of a table tennis ball. In this vast universe, it is his only support and comfort.
Wei Mingguang never thought that he would fly to such a high place.
On the day when Li Xiang conferred the title of Immortal Canglan and General Qingqiu, Wei Mingguang saw the ninth heaven and the majestic palace in the ninth heaven, so he yearned for it.
At this moment, he flew to an unprecedented height, but when he saw it, there was only endless emptiness.
Even the stars are in the distance, out of reach.
Once here, he was almost out of the planet's gravitational range, relying on inertia to continue flying forward.
However, in order to resist the low temperature of the void, not much of the spiritual energy in his body was consumed.
If he continues like this, he will freeze to death in this cold void.
"We have come so far."
Wei Mingguang activated the remaining spiritual energy to condense into a thin protective shield around the body, slowing down the rate of body temperature drop.
In order to reduce physical exertion, Wei Mingguang held his breath and concentrated, his heart only beat once every few minutes, and his body's metabolism also dropped to an extremely low level.
He was like a hibernating animal, floating in this endless dark void.
Although his body was almost frozen, Wei Mingguang's thinking was extremely clear.
Judging by the time and speed, he has flown very far and should have even flown out of the moon's orbit long ago.
But what puzzled and horrified him was that no matter how far or how long he flew, the moon was always the same size.
In other words, the distance between him and the moon has never changed.
