Dylan almost didn't know any of the characters who appeared later, he was just surprised that there were so many powerful existences hidden in the Heaven and Earth Realm, which really didn't make him expect it at all.

In recent years, Dylan has almost been familiar with the top strength of the Garneman Empire.

However, none of the five people who came here were the Grand Magisters of the Ghaneman Empire.

In other words, these people should be the top people in those small empires.

And the fact that they were able to enter this battlefield shows that the strength of these people is at least at the level of the Great Magister!

Dylan couldn't help but smile bitterly, over the years, he has put almost all the focus of his intelligence work on the Garneman Empire, resulting in not much understanding of those inconspicuous small empires.

Now it seems that there are so many top powerhouses hidden in these small empires.

The five people all looked at Ao Feng in unison.

One of them said respectfully: "In the battle of the Imperial Capital City back then, several of us hid in the dark and secretly watched, and we can say that we have great respect and admiration for the Aofeng Paladin, and it is indeed an honor to be able to fight with you today!"

Ao Feng smiled and waved his hand, but did not respond.

The eight-winged angel in mid-air smiled disdainfully: "You ants, you still blow each other?

As he spoke, a golden light in the shape of a ring descended from the sky, and soon fell on the head of the eight-winged angel, as if the heavens had crowned him.

And after that arc of light was in place, the battle armor on the eight-winged angel changed in an instant, and the battle armor that was originally based on white turned golden in an instant, echoing his four pairs of huge golden wings.

The golden light kept circling around him, and even on his eyes, a layer of golden protection was cast, making him look even more holy.

"A group of ignorant mortals, since you don't want to live anymore, then I'll kill you all today!" The eight-winged angel's voice also changed, and he couldn't hear any mood swings, only endless majesty.

This voice has a strange ability to create awe and fear in people's hearts.

It's just that Dylan, as a shadow mage, has the blessing of the double moon mark, so this voice of the gods does not have much impact on him.

And those great magisters whose concentration is obviously not as good as Dylan's, there is a trace of trance at this moment, although this state of self-disorientation is very short, but it is enough to show how terrible this voice of the gods is.

And in the Twin Cities in the distance, countless civilians have already fallen to their knees, they are completely infected by the divine voice of the eight-winged angel, and at this moment all the worship in their hearts is completely revealed, without a trace of reservation.

At this time, as long as the eight-winged angel gave an order to kill these humble civilians, these people would not hesitate at all, and would choose to commit suicide as soon as possible!

Luckily, no one on the battlefield believed in the Light, except for Orfon Green!

And Ao Feng has also weakened his dependence on the Holy Light over the years, intentionally or unintentionally, and he wants to break free from the shackles of the Holy Light and rely on his own strength to improve his strength.

This approach is crazy, because all paladins know that the belief in the Holy Light is something that paladins must do in the later stage, otherwise they will not be able to achieve a breakthrough in strength!

However, Ao Feng does not believe in evil and insists on opening up another path of paladin!

At this time, the mortals in the battlefield, as well as the thunder god who fell into the mortal world, had faintly formed a siege of the eight-winged angel.

But for a god, even if he was surrounded by hundreds of mortals, he wouldn't have any worries at all. Because in his opinion, mortals are a swarm of ants to be slaughtered by him, and he can easily pinch them to death with only two fingers.

"Huh!" a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of the eight-winged angel's mouth, "Come on, you can go together, just die together!"

One of the Fire Magisters was the first to strike, and he had already begun to recite magic spells before that.

At this time, he took a step forward, and a raging flame instantly rose on the ground, and the flames rushed up, directly engulfing the eight-winged angel completely.

Another earth-based archmage let out a low shout, "I'm here to entertain you!"

After he finished speaking, he stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the ground collapsed instantly, and countless bottomless ravines were formed.

The fire magister who was the first to attack laughed, "Thank you, thank you! Then I'll draw out the earth fire and make this fire burn more vigorously!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fire archmage raised his hands upwards and forcefully, and the ground suddenly began to shake violently.

The civilians in the Twin Cities not far away slowly woke up from the pious prayer just now, and hurriedly ran around, and the scene was chaotic.

Not long after, a large amount of red-red high-temperature magma gushed out from under the ground within the battlefield.

The ground was steaming hot, and the earth fire fused with the previous flames, rushing into the air.

There was a strong smell of sulfur in the air.

The others who were originally still on the ground, except for the two wind system archmages, could only levitate in mid-air with the help of the "Feather" magic at this time.

"It's just a little flame, why don't I even feel the temperature?" said the eight-winged angel with a sneer.

Simon replied coldly, "Really, then I'll let you feel what the temperature is!"

As he finished speaking, the spell began to be recited, and a fierce wind blew all around him.

And the direction of the wind is very peculiar, it is blowing towards the eight-winged angel in the central area!

The scorching flame, blown by the wind, swooped down in front of the eight-winged angel at once.

Some of the flames even touched his armor and wings.

Hearing the sound of "Boom", the archangel couldn't help but sink into the water.

Dylan sneered: "This is the Heaven and Earth Realm, the Heavenly Fire and the Earth Fire are originally the most domineering substances in this world, you think you are still in the Heavenly God Realm, you can ignore these flames, what a fool!"

The eight-winged angel didn't reply, the giant sword in his hand pointed to the sky, and in an instant, countless large holes were broken in the sky, and thousands of holy light swords were intertwined like a net, almost just a few breaths, and they fell on top of everyone's heads.

Most of them dodged the Holy Light Great Sword that fell from the sky, but two of them reacted slightly slower, and they were about to be slashed.

Dylan hurriedly created a void black hole behind the two of them, helping them use the black hole to shuttle and narrowly escape.