The demon hunters, led by the vice presidents of Volatility and Heavenly Punishment, withstood the monsters without major incident.
Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Wen Wen decided to leave.
Even if Wen Wen left secretly now, it would not affect the overall situation. The loss of one High Order would not cause the demon hunters to be defeated.
Therefore, Wen Wen’s movements with the Blood River Sword became wild, as if he had gone mad. He chased an mutated kitten and hacked at it indiscriminately.
The mutated kitten was a young cat the size of a truck. It was originally attacking a Cataclysm-level demon hunter with several other monsters when it saw Wen Wen charging ferociously.
The kitten immediately got scared, tucked its tail, and fled in all directions with meows.
It was just an innocent kitten, why was he treating it like this?
Meanwhile, Wen Wen, who had ‘gone mad,’ chased the kitten and disappeared into the surrounding black fog.
After a distance, Wen Wen killed the mutated cat with his sword. He had no intention of raising it. How much cat food would such a large cat consume daily in the facility?
Subsequently, Wen Wen summoned the White Mist, shaped it into his own form, and had it return the same way to blend in with the demon hunters and fight.
If the Black Body was not activated and the robe of the Disaster Warden was worn, the White Mist could at most exhibit the strength of a Middle Order. However, Middle Order strength was sufficient.
As the White Mist returned, it would appear to be heavily injured. It only needed to maintain a certain level of participation in the battle to prevent Wen Wen from being suspected.
After all, the battle on this side was about to end.
After arranging the White Mist, Wen Wen transformed, and five crooked wings grew out. He used the Fallen Angel physique again.
Upon transforming into the Fallen Angel physique, Wen Wen immediately realized that he no longer needed to specifically resist the thin black fog around him.
This fog greatly amplified his power. As long as he stayed within the black fog, his strength would be enhanced by one day compared to his normal state.
The Evil Light Angel had once received a gift from Maiyamí. In a sense, he was similar to those mutated monsters, so he could move freely within the black fog, feeling as if he was in his element.
Wen Wen briefly experienced this feeling, and the five wings on his back spun like an electric fan, rapidly flying towards Liaocheng.
He saw mutated monsters rampaging everywhere along the way, including some low-level empowered individuals from the Glory Church.
The Glory Church suffered much heavier losses than the Hunter Association. Although their strength had strong resistance to the black fog, they were not as generous as the Hunter Association in setting up defenses against corruption at every stronghold.
If Maiyamí had not recalled most of the black fog in time, their losses would likely have been several times more severe than they appeared.
Currently, some paladins and divine practitioners had established simple defensive lines, holding back the mutated monsters. With the assistance of many angels, they were barely holding on.
As Wen Wen flew by, he left behind a unique aura of a Fallen Angel. Many angels wanted to slay Wen Wen, but upon seeing the five wings on his back, they all retreated.
Angels had strict hierarchical concepts. Those with five wings were stronger than those with four. High Order or True Order angels with six wings were all busy fighting and had no time to pursue Wen Wen.
Thus, Wen Wen flew past the coastline without incident and stopped near Mockingbird Island. According to Wu Liugen's intelligence, Ancestor Cicada should be in this vicinity, and advancing further might lead to danger.
So Wen Wen landed on the sea surface, controlled the White Mist, which was disguised among the demon hunters, and sent a signal to the black fog that served as clothing for Maiyamí.
Upon receiving the signal through the black fog, Maiyamí’s lips curled up. Since the little Fallen Angel was in position, there was no need for him to continue toying with Xun Ying.
“Young man, I’m not playing with you anymore. We’ll meet again next time.”
Maiyamí waved his hand, and the Mist Demon Spear dispersed, drilling into the bodies of all the mutated creatures around. These creatures suddenly experienced a surge in power, breaking free from the demon hunters fighting them and madly attacking Xun Ying.
Before Xun Ying could draw his sword, each monster self-destructed upon closing in, filling Xun Ying’s surroundings with black explosions.
Then, Maiyamí’s eight wings vibrated, transforming into a black streak of light and rushing towards Liaocheng.
As a Cataclysm-level powerhouse, Maiyamí’s flight speed was not particularly fast, but during his flight, countless black mists followed him, and these mists gradually condensed into the shape of a giant Mist Demon Spear.
This Mist Demon Spear exuded a powerful aura, several times stronger than when he was fighting Xun Ying, and it continued to strengthen as Maiyamí flew.
The Mist Demon Spear used when fighting Xun Ying was a weapon, whereas now it was a technique.
The power of this technique would reach its peak when it arrived at Ancestor Cicada’s sealing ground, forming an ultimate piercing force. This force would surely create a wound on the immobile Ancestor Cicada.
And according to the plan made earlier, one wound was enough!
…
The thorns of the Crown of Thorns pierced the skin on Ancestor Cicada’s head, and a vast amount of faith power poured into Ancestor Cicada’s body, causing it to recover rapidly.
The nails piercing Ancestor Cicada’s body gradually retreated and finally fell out, piercing the sea surface.
As this long nail fell onto the sea surface, the previously turbulent sea quickly became calm.
Then, the second long nail fell, and the sea surface no longer showed even a ripple.
After the third nail fell, the speed of the fish swimming underwater began to slow down. They sensed something unusual and wanted to escape the nearby sea surface, but the range covered by these nails was vast!
The fourth, the fifth…
When the seventh iron nail fell into the sea, the smooth sea surface had already become as hard as steel, and the aquatic life seemed frozen by ice, unable to move.
Even the clouds and fog in the sky seemed to slow their drift.
Ancestor Cicada finally broke free from its restraints and fell from the cross, prostrating on the ground.
Ancestor Cicada frantically kicked with its hundred-meter-long, barbed legs. Soon, it adapted, and its wings flapped rapidly, stirring up gusts of wind from thin air.
If the nearby sea surface had not been sealed by those nails, Ancestor Cicada’s normal movements after breaking free would have caused a tsunami!
“Congratulations, Ancestor Cicada, you have finally broken free from your restraints and ended this long confinement.”
Charlie flew to Ancestor Cicada, hovering above its head with a smile, a hint of pity in his expression.