The Sword of Heaven let out a cheerful light roar, and rushed towards the handsome young man who was constantly churning and falling from the sky, and the golden dragon phantom instantly manifested, like a long whale absorbing water, quickly devouring the divine aura on the handsome young man's body.

"Mole ant, what has come now is only my faint will, you can't kill me! When my real body comes, it will be your end, and those who blaspheme the gods will inevitably be wiped out!" The handsome young man's voice still didn't have the slightest emotion, the death that all intelligent creatures would fear seemed to be no threat to him, and he didn't believe that Ye Qinghan had the ability to kill him.

Ye Qinghan ignored his words, his palm manifested, and slapped down one slap after another. The figure of the handsome young man rises and falls in the sky, and the white wings flapped and struggled, like a shuttlecock that is constantly flying by a racket.

The Sword of the Son of Heaven devoured wildly, and the aura on that person's body was getting weaker and weaker, and it was about to disappear completely.

"Divine punishment, the end of the world is coming!" a roar came from the mouth of the handsome young man, and his body instantly burst into unprecedented dazzling light. There seemed to be a meteor flashing in the sky, the ground rumbling loudly, the whole earth churning, and an earthquake of small size but extremely powerful erupted suddenly. The ground cracked, magma erupted, and scorching temperatures and black soot filled the sky.

A whistling sound sounded in the sky, and clusters of flames fell suddenly, and before they landed, the terrifying wind had already pressed the slightly weaker Felena to the ground a few feet. It really looks like the end of the world is coming, volcanoes, earthquakes, winds, meteorites, and everything here is going to be destroyed.

"It's a bit of a right name!" Ye Qinghan chuckled, and the palm that manifested out pinched the handsome young man in front of him like a mosquito.

"Blasphemer, we'll meet again soon!" the handsome young man had no power to resist, but there was still a hint of a smile on his face, and a holy white aura escaped from his eyebrows, and his body was weak, and there was no trace of life.

Seeing that the white aura was about to dissipate, Ye Qinghan's five fingers spread, grabbed it towards the void, and said with a clear cry: "Soul Arrest!"

Countless invisible silk threads permeated his fingertips, and the holy aura that emanated from all directions was completely enveloped, and not even a single trace could escape. A white soul with a somewhat similar appearance to the handsome young man appeared in his hand, struggling frantically.

At this time, the man no longer had the same calmness as before, with fear and anger on his face.

"Who the hell are you? Let me go, if you let me go, we still have a little room for relaxation! If you do things to the end, when my real body comes, I will definitely fight with you endlessly!" This person's soul is not an ordinary soul, but can actually transmit information to Ye Qinghan's mind through something similar to divine thought.

"I'm waiting for your true body to come!" Ye Qinghan shook his head with a faint smile, and the aura in his right hand resurfaced, pointing towards the soul.

"Soul search!" Ye Qinghan was still a little interested in this so-called god, he wanted to know where this thing came from, and why he could get in touch with some forces on the earth long before the aura was revived.

"You will regret it, the ants who dare to blaspheme the gods will eventually have bad luck!" The last trace of the other party's thoughts came into Ye Qinghan's mind, and then turned into spiritual light and continued to dissipate. However, even if this thing turned into spiritual light, it still had a great attraction to the Son of Heaven Sword, and the Divine Dragon Phantom continued to devour, not even letting go of the slightest. There was a muffled thunder in the sky, what seemed to be a roar from a very distant place.

Felena, who had already mastered Ye Qinghan's technique, had already begun to fight with the few remaining angels with ease, but at this moment, these angels had no backbone, and they were even more disadvantaged. Figures that looked incomparably holy fell from the sky, and the few remaining ones had already begun to flee for their lives.

In Ye Qinghan's eyes, these are all good materials, how can they be allowed to escape? The body flickered uncontrollably, and everywhere he passed, those winged angels fell from the sky one by one like dumplings, just a few ups and downs, and there was no more enemy in the sky.

"The Holy Sect of Light, one of the two major forces that rampant in Europe, was crippled like this?" Felena looked at her white hands in disbelief, feeling as if she was in a dream.

Ye Qinghan casually put the bodies of those angels into the storage space one by one, and through soul searching, he already knew how this so-called God of Light appeared, and he was going to the Holy Sect of Light to take a trip to eradicate this force.

But just as he was about to beckon Felena to continue moving, an extremely cold aura enveloped him, and a dark red strange character with an extremely pungent smell of blood went towards his eyebrows at an extremely fast speed.

"You really come from the same vein, and the same methods are used on me, do you think it will still work?" Ye Qinghan's fingertips quickly drew a golden symbol in the air, and the spiritual power of his whole body quickly poured into the symbol. The golden symbol slammed into the dark red character with a terrifying threat.

The invisible waves of energy made the air seem to have ripples scattered, and the golden characters collided with the dark red characters, and a scorching wave of air instantly enveloped the blood-red characters. A mouse-like creak came from the dark red characters, and puffs of green smoke emanated from the place of impact, with an unpleasant burnt smell.

The blood-colored character melted like ice in the flames, and finally vanished. In the Farolan Islands, the old man, who was still wearing a black robe with a golden silk pattern, spurted out a mouthful of fishy black blood, and his face was full of resentment, but more of shock and fear.

This blood-colored character had been seen by Ye Qinghan as early as when he was in the base of the dark web organization in the Siberian Wasteland, and it was the curse of the demon god. Last time, he almost died under this thing, he knew that the dark demon god must be hiding in the sky, and he also knew that this thing would definitely come to the earth after the revival of the aura, so he had already found a way to crack this thing.

He used to be a cultivator in the realm of the Immortal King, standing at the top of the Immortal Dao, and as he himself said, the same means, it was impossible to succeed in him twice. Seeing that the curse of the demon god was broken, he remembered that time when he was on the verge of death, it was Felena who brought him back to the world with her fiery body in the ice and snow, and looked at Felena with a rare tenderness in her eyes.

Feeling his gaze, Felena reached out and floated the long blonde hair in her ear, revealing a gentle smile as well.