Yi Feng raised his sword fiercely, and a rain of golden sword light swept across the sky, and the fierce sword qi turned into a series of golden light slashes, and the fragments that came into contact were shattered one by one, but the sound of explosions sounded in turn under the feet not far away.

The hillsides and rivers outside the Holy City broke one after another, but he did not slash the fragments that contained the scene of the Holy City and the Academy of Magic.

The splinters pierced a void of space, like a meteor streaking across the sky, crashing into his chest, and Yifeng's left hand stood upright, forming a dark vortex in his palm.

"Space-time conversion!"

The fragments carrying the magic academy crashed into the dark vortex, as if stuck in a swamp, Yi Feng's body retreated again and again, and the palm of his hand was affected by the force of the sudden impact, and the skin and flesh were opened, and blood beads splashed in the air.

It's not just a fragment, it's a small world.

Although his space-time transformation power had reached a level of perfection comparable to that of the gods, the fragments of the Academy of Magic still shook violently as they shifted.

Above the Academy of Magic building, rubble flew up as if it had been overturned by a hurricane, doors and windows shattered, and many buildings on the edge of the academy collapsed in an instant.

The shards of time and space shattered a layer at the edges, and finally completely disappeared into the dark vortex.

Yi Feng gritted his teeth fiercely, and a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He grasped the god-killing blade tightly and rushed towards the six-winged god, slashing down, an arc of golden holy light slashing across the sky like day, bathing the entire world in pure silver light in an instant.

The light was fleeting, and the six-winged god lightly blocked it with his sword, and the concussive arc light dispersed the sword qi.

The corners of his mouth smiled playfully, but his eyes were fixed on the six wings that Yi Feng had just flown out, and he saw that the fifth and sixth wings hidden by Yi Feng behind him were actually forms that had not yet taken shape.

The gods burst out laughing, as if they were amused that they had deigned to descend from the sky.

"Hahaha...... I thought that the human world would appear at my level of combat power, these six wings of yours...... It's not growing at all!

"What if there are no real six wings. Yi Feng's resolute gaze remained unchanged. "Enough to kill you!"

"Wings are the only symbol of strength, and incomplete wings can never compare to true six wings. A lowly race, even if you try all your life, you will not be able to surpass God!"

Once again, the Celestials condensed the surrounding fragments of space. This time, the fragments were even more numerous, in the thousands, each one as sharp as a knife.

The scene above was changing rapidly, and Yifeng only felt that the scene in it became more familiar the more he looked at it.

Suddenly, I realized that they all came from this original battlefield full of yellow sand. The picture in the fragments is finally frozen, and in each fragment, a human figure emerges.

Among them, there are the dragon woman, the divine tree, and the queen of light elves......

It's just that the people in the fragments are still at a loss at this time. They continued to fight, or move, or to keep kneeling and worshipping the gods. But as the fragments shatter, so do their lives.

Yi Feng struggled to identify among the countless dazzling fragments, and finally saw that among them, there was also Yi Xin's figure.

The purple aura had just slipped off Yi Xin's body, and faint flames were still swirling around his feet. Not far from him was Yisheng, who had a complicated expression. Then there were Dean Yun Lan and the others, as well as the Dark Elf King in the distance.

They were among the best in the human world, but they didn't know anything about the situation.

Ling Xi in the picture raised his head by chance, and a cold and pale face appeared in the reflection of the fragments. He looked at the night sky high up, guessing at the danger posed by the strange sight in the sky, and then, frowning slightly, a worried look on his handsome face.

This is the most terrifying thing about the gods who control everything. All people's lives are in his hands.

"Despicable!" the god-killing blade in Yi Feng's hand trembled slightly, "Your filthy heart is not even as good as a demon!"

The Serap still had a playful smile on his face, as if he had already started to enjoy the game. Said in a condescending tone:

"God, always God. The fate of you mortals is in my hands. I can give you the right to live, or I can take it away! In front of me, you have no room for resistance except absolute obedience!"

As soon as the words fell, countless fragments and thousands of arrows were fired.

Yi Feng knew that he couldn't use brute force to block it at this time, otherwise, the lives of these people would be shattered in an instant.

He held a sword in his right hand and opened a dark vortex in front of his chest with his left hand, trying to expand the diameter of the vortex to his limit.

Among the many fragments that came one after another, it was difficult for him to see the characters in them, and he was soon unable to discern where the fragments carrying Yi Xin and Yi Sheng and others were mixed.

He could only try not to touch it with the god-killing blade in his right hand, for fear that if he was not careful, he would put important people to death.

The fragments in front of them flew into the dark vortex, dense like a shower, and the ability to transform time and space had reached its limit.

Except for the dark vortex in front of him, he couldn't care about the left and right sides and behind him.

Fragments circled in front of him, suddenly striking at him from all directions. Each piece, like a sharp knife, cut through his body, scraped his cuffs and arms, leaving scarlet blood marks.

After countless battles in the Demon Realm, he did not change his face at all in the face of this injury. But then, a new wave of fragmentation attacks struck at a rapid pace, seemingly endlessly.

Yi Feng couldn't sit still any longer, he lifted the god-killing blade in his hand, and only slashed mercilessly at the fragments that were completely scenery and no one could be seen, and the light and shadow were chaotic. Whenever there was a familiar face, he immediately stopped and turned to attack the shard next to him.

It's just that the fragments that he let go still hit his body according to the original trajectory, and he barely dodged it, but he still couldn't help but get a long wound, and the blood sprayed violently.

After a few rounds of officiation, the Six-Winged Heavenly God had no intention of stopping, but instead made a more ruthless move.

The fragments condensed again, not giving him the slightest room to breathe, as if they were going to beat Yifeng all over his body and exhaust his mana.

Suddenly, a large number of fragments with familiar faces appeared in front of Yi Feng, and Yi Xin, Yi Sheng, Yun Lan and others were among them. The gods seem to know about his weakness and make them emerge almost at the same time.

These familiar figures rushed to his face, attacking his eyebrows, neck, heart and other vital points at a tricky angle, and they couldn't dodge at all.

Yi Feng's pupils shrank, his arms crossed in front of him, and he only had time to block the closest fragment to him, only the scenery, the blade of the godkiller blade grazed the edges and corners of the fragment, and the spark flickered like lightning, and then shattered.