Mo Gong held the Cicada Ancestor fixed in mid-air with one hand.
Just as he was about to deliver the finishing blow, he detected a profound and mysterious power emanating from the Cicada Ancestor, causing Mo Gong to let out a soft exclamation.
The black power flowed within his hand, transforming into a long black saber.
The Magic Slaying Art… Blade of God Slaying!
However, before striking, Mo Gong cast a glance far towards Wen Wen, as if recalling something, and a smile curved his lips.
The long saber in his hand grazed the Cicada Ancestor's wings and slashed forward.
Just as the Pope returned to his chambers and was about to sit down, he suddenly saw a flash of black light. His chair was split in two and fell to either side.
The Pope was on the verge of tears. Who had he offended?
After delivering the blow, Mo Gong casually tossed the Cicada Ancestor's damaged body away.
As the body fell a few meters, it began to fade, floating quietly in mid-air, like an inanimate object.
At this moment, the Cicada Ancestor had re-entered the异次元空间 (dimensional space). Apart from espers with extremely strong intuition, ordinary people could not see it.
Even if espers could see it, they could not touch it.
This was because its essence was no longer in this space. Even a Cataclysm-level powerhouse could not touch a single strand of the Cicada Ancestor's being.
This was the Cicada Ancestor's innate ability, which had not disappeared despite its lowered realm.
Mo Gong clapped his hands and spoke a few words softly towards Wen Wen, words that only Wen Wen could hear.
"This bug poses no threat now. This ability is both its protection and its prison. It won't be able to get out for at least three to five years."
"But when it can come out, it will be even stronger than it is now. I won't help you then; you'll have to deal with it yourself."
Wen Wen knew this was Mo Gong's way of tempering him.
But Mo Gong underestimated him too much. It wouldn't take three to five years, nor even one to five years. As long as Wen Wen digested the power of the Divine Blood Cup and elevated himself to the True Order realm, the Cicada Ancestor would pose no further threat to him!
Having finished all his business, Mo Gong felt refreshed. He snapped his fingers, and a black portal reappeared.
He beckoned to Xue Jiu and Landas, and their bodies were dragged to the doorway by an unseen force. Mo Gong then spread his arms towards the Holy City, as if admiring the beautiful scenery he had created.
At this moment, more than ten massive black crosses stood erected in the Holy City. The Glory Church would have its hands full just dealing with the residual power.
Then, Mo Gong, accompanied by the two monstrosities, slowly retreated into the Containment Facility, and the black portal slowly faded into the void.
Only then did the oppressive feeling that had shrouded everyone around finally dissipate, like a heavy stone being lifted.
Sifolmer, Ye Wen, Lin Zhe Yuan, and Bai Long removed their sunglasses, their emotions still deeply shaken.
The battle between Mo Gong and the Cicada Ancestor had profoundly impacted them, making them realize their own insignificance.
On this planet, only those at the Cataclysm level truly stood at the apex. All other espers were merely stronger ordinary people in their eyes.
However, while this Cataclysm-level being was powerful, his personality was somewhat unpredictable.
Why did he destroy the Holy City's buildings? It was as if he had a grudge against the Glory Church…
They guessed correctly; Mo Gong did indeed have a grudge against the Glory Church.
To be precise, Mo Gong actually had a grudge against the Creator behind the Glory Church. He felt an innate discomfort seeing this sect that glorified the Creator, which was why he had targeted them.
Every Heavenly God had a profound origin, and Mo Gong was no exception.
He was the Sin of Gods and Demons, his consciousness and power composed of two parts. The demon-sin part had a direct connection to the Creator.
Therefore, he harbored an indelible hatred for the Creator from birth. His rampage in the Holy City this time, without harming any innocents, was already a result of Mo Gong's restraint.
Of course, Sifolmer and the others could not possibly know these secrets. They still thought Mo Gong was the Black Cross.
Observing this battle up close was highly beneficial for Lin Zhe Yuan and Ye Wen. The competition for the Divine Blood Cup, in comparison, seemed less important to them.
Meanwhile, Wen Wen had no time for lamentation. After Mo Gong disappeared, he shot into the battlefield like a soaring dragon.
He then allowed himself to fall freely for a while, only touching the ground after some time.
The previous battle between Mo Gong and the Cicada Ancestor had its power blocked by the old priest's barrier, preventing it from spreading horizontally. Thus, all the force had surged downwards, turning the area into a bottomless abyss.
And when the Cicada Ancestor entered the dimensional space, Hesta detached from its head and fell heavily to the ground.
Unlike Wen Wen, Hesta had nearly exhausted all his energy in his fusion with the Cicada Ancestor. Furthermore, the power fluctuations in this area had eroded his body.
Therefore, as Hesta landed, one of his legs was severely broken.
He lay quietly at the bottom of the large pit, hoping Wen Wen wouldn't notice him, but that was impossible. Wen Wen, falling freely, landed directly on Hesta's other leg, which also snapped with a crack.
"I didn't notice anyone here while falling. My apologies," Wen Wen said insincerely to Hesta.
Hesta gave a wry smile and obsequiously said to Wen Wen, "It's nothing. It's my fault."
Wen Wen raised an eyebrow, squatted in front of Hesta, and said with surprise, "You didn't have this attitude before. Why… are you scared now?"
The Sacred Beast had been dealt with; only a fool wouldn't be scared.
Of course, Hesta didn't say this to Wen Wen. Instead, he said cautiously and subserviently, "I was arrogant and ignorant before. I am merely a frog in a well. You are magnanimous, please let me go."
Wen Wen scratched his chin, took out the幻彩烟嘴儿 (Phantom Rainbow Pipe) again, took a deep drag, and held his breath.
A wisp of smoke resembling Hesta flew out from behind Wen Wen, its expression ecstatic. It wafted for a moment before disappearing into the air. Sudan Novel Network
Hesta's mouth hung open, unsure of what to say.
Wen Wen fanned the air in front of his nose, "I've already agreed to your request and let you go. Speaking of which, this is the first time I've let out such a foul-smelling fart. Now, it's time to discuss the grievances between us."
Hesta shivered, "Didn't you say you'd already let me go? Why…"
*Slap!*
Wen Wen slapped Hesta. "Who said that letting you go means I can't bother you anymore?"
"Yes, yes, yes, whatever you say is right," Hesta replied softly.
The wise know when to adapt, and Hesta had always been adaptable. He knew that his priority now was to preserve his life. For that, if Wen Wen asked him to eat dung, he wouldn't hesitate.