Before, when the radiance first appeared, Wen Wen had discovered a beam of light very close to him.
The other party also sensed this, so they immediately located Wen Wen and launched an attack.
This person was none other than Bailer, who had previously faced Sifor Mo.
Seeing that Wen Wen had dodged his sneak attack, Bailer examined him for a few moments and bowed slightly.
"Greetings, Demon Hunter, I am Bailer."
Wen Wen stroked his chin and exclaimed in surprise, "It's rare to meet someone polite in the Glorious Church. Everyone I've met before practically looked down on me."
Bailer shook his head. "I greatly respect Demon Hunters, and I also recognize reality. If not for you, this world would have long ago become a hell of blood."
Then, he drew his knight's sword and pointed it at Wen Wen, saying, "That being said, a battle is inevitable. Neither of us has any other choice. Please be careful..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bailer lunged at Wen Wen like lightning, his knight's sword thrusting towards Wen Wen's chest.
The air was torn by the sword's wind, emitting consecutive sonic booms, but before these sounds could reach Wen Wen, his sword arrived.
This meant Bailer's sword speed had far surpassed the speed of sound, and his power was not to be underestimated.
However, Wen Wen remained unhurried, bending down casually and executing a sweeping leg kick.
Gui Wu Dao. Hell Sweep!
Upon seeing Wen Wen's move, Bailer urgently stopped his actions.
He was a Paladin who had just reached the Upper Sequence realm. Paladins relied on their powerful bodies, enhanced by holy power, and combat techniques honed through life and death.
Therefore, their dedication to close-quarters combat techniques surpassed that of most Demon Hunters. Even at such high speeds, they could stop with ease, preventing themselves from being hit by a simple sweeping leg kick.
But how could a move incorporated into Gui Wu Dao by Wen Wen be just an ordinary sweeping leg kick?
Wen Wen's leg was entwined with a red and black energy, which generated a peculiar suction force.
Bailer, who had just stopped and hadn't yet regained his balance, was directly pulled towards Wen Wen's leg and tripped to the ground.
Bailer reacted quickly, bracing himself with his arms, twisting his waist forcefully. His legs began to spin like a windmill.
This move, if seen in a martial arts movie, could easily send ten extras flying.
But Wen Wen had a counter. He spun around and delivered another Hell Sweep!
This time, it struck Bailer's hand, interrupting his spinning kick. Bailer completely lost his balance and fell face-first.
Seizing the opportunity, Wen Wen lightly leaped with the tip of his foot and delivered a downward cleaving kick.
If this kick had landed true, Bailer would have been rendered incapable of fighting.
However, after a loud bang, Bailer stood up instead.
Wen Wen's foot was blocked by a white shield. The shield's owner was a tall angel with six arms, six pairs of wings, and three faces.
Nether Cleansing Angel!
Bailer stood behind the Nether Cleansing Angel, obediently stepping aside.
He had realized he was no match for Wen Wen and naturally wouldn't seek further trouble.
"I didn't expect to encounter you here..."
Upon seeing Wen Wen, the Nether Cleansing Angel's expression turned extremely grim. He and Wen Wen were old adversaries. Sultan Novel Network
Wen Wen picked his nose, and the Nether Cleansing Angel instinctively covered his mouth and nose, fearing that Wen Wen would flick it into his mouth.
"I also didn't expect to run into you. Due to various reasons, our battles have always ended inconclusively... Let's put an end to it properly this time."
On the Nether Cleansing Angel's arms, a spear, greatsword, rapier, hammer, axe, and shield appeared respectively. Thick armor materialized on his body.
He clashed his weapons together, brimming with fighting spirit. "Come on, I've long wanted to have a proper fight with you!"
"Properly?" Wen Wen sneered. "Who said anything about properly with you?"
Wen Wen drew the Blood River Sword, his demonic energy surging, and unleashed countless sword energies at the Nether Cleansing Angel.
Gui Jian Dao. Sword Qi Barrage!
The Nether Cleansing Angel snorted, "A mere trifle!"
He extended the arm holding the shield forward. The shield instantly expanded several times, completely enveloping his entire body.
The chaotic sword energies struck the hard shield, emitting a piercing sound.
The shockwaves of the energy collision caused the surrounding air to vibrate violently, streetlights bent, trees were uprooted, the ground cracked, walls developed fissures, underground pipes burst, and water sprayed out with hissing sounds.
Witnessing the astonishing power of the battle, Bailer retreated a short distance, for his own safety.
Although the Nether Cleansing Angel would try his best to protect him, he might not be able to intervene in time during a battle of this magnitude.
However, before Bailer could retreat to a safe distance, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, almost knocking him unconscious.
He endured the intense pain, turning his head to see who was attacking him, when another punch landed on his temple. This punch was imbued with mottled phantom images, and upon being struck, he immediately fell unconscious.
When he opened his eyes again, Bailer found himself in a cluttered morgue, transformed into a physically weak individual.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the silent morgue. Bailer instinctively felt fear.
This fear was not his own, but the instinct of this body. His original body could easily tear apart the beings outside, but now he could only tremble.
The monster outside the door fumbled with a set of keys, trying them in the locks one by one, its hands shaking as if suffering from Parkinson's.
Bailer's tension reached an extreme. He glanced around, then lay down on the cold corpse bed, covered himself with a white cloth, hoping the monster outside wouldn't notice him.
Click. The door was still pushed open by the monster. Bailer held his breath, pretending to be dead.
The monster walked up to Bailer. Through the white cloth, Bailer saw its appearance: a faceless man in a black suit.
The faceless man chose a corpse next to Bailer. A fissure appeared on its blank face, transforming into a terrifying gaping mouth, and it began to ferociously devour the corpse.
The devoured corpse let out a piercing scream and struggled violently. The pig-slaughtering sounds made Bailer's hair stand on end.
Perhaps that corpse, like him, only wanted to lie on the corpse bed and hide?
Or perhaps, like that corpse, he was actually just a corpse? Otherwise, why was there an empty bed here...
Bailer had already forgotten his identity as a powerful Paladin, falling into boundless terror...
The Landas Phantom grabbed Bailer's body with one hand and then threw him aside like trash.
He was now trapped within the power of the Landas Phantom and would not be able to escape for some time.
Subsequently, the Landas Phantom fixed its predatory gaze on the Nether Cleansing Angel, and on the other side of the Nether Cleansing Angel, there was Xue Jiu Yi, grinning menacingly.
Wen Wen stopped swinging his sword, placed his hands on his hips, and said to the Nether Cleansing Angel, "Come on, defeat the three of us properly."