The anxious No. 1 noticed the strange appearance in the ground for the first time, and the moment he saw the roots of the 'giant tree' wriggling, he found the disappeared Hayas and six others.

"Taoist!" She shouted, reached out and pointed downward, and said ecstatically:

"Look there!"

The dragon's roar and wail and the huge sound of air currents made by Song Qing's little long tail as it broke through the sky overpowered One's shout, but her movements were so obvious that they still caught the attention of the purple-haired girl, Number Four, the monk, and others.

Everyone looked in the direction of her finger and saw the terrifying black roots rising from the bottom of the abyss, soaked in the thick black aura and wriggling.

On several of the thickest black roots, Hayas and the others, who had disappeared for a long time, were sitting there.

At this time, Hayas's eyes were closed, and strands of intertwined black qi appeared on his face, like a 'giant tree' probing the roots in his body.

The large clumps of black 'giant tree' roots wrapped around him, as if pulling him into the 'giant tree' in an 'embracing' posture, making his body almost merge with the black 'giant tree'.

Under the vast blood-red mist, if it weren't for the trialist's divine sense and five senses, I'm afraid that No. 1 might not have been able to spot Hayas and the others at this time.

"They're not dead yet?" No. 1 realized that his actions had attracted the attention of other people, and a trace of remorse flashed quickly on his face, but a glimmer of hope quickly welled up in his eyes, and he transmitted a message to the Taoist priest:

"That means we still have a chance."

"Hayas, they're still alive?" The same question was raised by Raphael, who had not spoken much.

The people of the 'dark' faction were swept to the bottom of the ocean by the previous ocean, and there was such a terrible fish in the water.

Everyone thought that they were certain to die under such circumstances, but they did not expect that these people would be able to escape from the mouth of such a terrible fish after hiding in the water for so long.

The monk sat on the back of the ice dragon and leaned out most of his body to look down.

The Holy Light Shield released by the Spirit Butterfly summoned by the Holy Maiden enveloped the Ice Dragon, along with the Saints and the believers, blocking most of the stormy attacks from the outside world, giving this group of people a chance to relax, lest they die in the storm of spiritual power.

At this moment Raphael's words reached the ears of the people, and the monk muttered for a moment:

"This is the Abyss Territory, the base camp of the 'Moon' sage."

He vaguely seemed to understand something:

"The black qi in the water didn't have the intention of harming Hayas before, and it should have been controlled by the 'Moon' sage."

However, why the big fish did not devour the saints of the 'dark' faction, and the disappearance of the big fish and the black peng, the monk could not figure out, and finally turned into a sigh:

"Perhaps it is God's will."

When everyone heard this, they were silent.

The saints are staunch believers, and it is the steadfastness of their faith that motivates them to come here at great risk.

But at this moment, the monk's words touched the hearts of the others, and the swordsman was the first to hesitate to speak:

"Really, is there really a God?"

Everything that has happened along the way has subverted his previous cognition.

Among the newcomers, Song Qingxiao's strength is naturally undoubted, but the strength of No. 4, Daoist, No. 1, and even the purple-haired girl who appeared at the end of the dragon exceeded the expectations of this group of saints.

They have no faith, they don't believe in gods, and their power comes from themselves rather than from asking others, all of which makes the swordsman doubt everything in the past.

Before that, he was a devout believer, praying day after day for hundreds of years to strengthen himself.

But this kind of strength comes from the gifts of others, and does not become his own because of his diligent prayers.

The injury of the sages of the 'day' has greatly reduced their strength, and they have been unable to protect themselves along the way.

And Lucifer, the most special and powerful of the Thirteen Saints, absorbed the power of the two sages of 'Sun and Moon', and even got the gift of God because he promised to calm the Valley of the Dead and become the 'gatekeeper' of mankind, and finally obtained the power of 'reincarnation'.

Such an almost invincible anti-heaven magic once made the two great sages jealous, but now they were chased and beaten by Song Qingxiao, and it was difficult to suppress this 'newcomer'.

Without this trip to the Abyss Territory, it would be impossible for a swordsman to utter such disrespectful words to his beliefs in his life.

But what he had seen and heard along the way made his heart drift - from a staunch theist to doubt whether there were real gods in this world.

“……”

There was a silence in response to the swordsman.

Except for Edward and the others who were speechless, even the monk opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word that was enough to appease the swordsman.

For the saints who have strayed from the faith, no one has the confidence to answer this question.

After a long time, the monk spoke with difficulty:

"Arthur—"

He called out the name of the swordsman, and before he could finish speaking, the swordsman held the ice sword in both hands, as if laughing at himself:

"The 'Moon' Sage has awakened, "If according to everyone's plan, sealing him is imminent:

"But at this time, there is still a year before the time mentioned in the Great Prophecy."

Whether or not the 'Moon' Sage is sealed, the fact that the Great Prophecy Technique has been doomed to failure.

The dragon that had been driven out of the continent was once again lured back by Lucifer, who betrayed his oath and was not subjected to any control by the gods.

"We were born and died here, and even implicated unrelated people," the swordsman's tone became more and more agitated, he did not name names, but every saint knew who he was referring to at this time.

"But he promised us that he would appear at the critical moment—" At this point, the swordsman paused for a moment and closed his eyes in disappointment.

His chest rose and fell violently, as if he was digesting his inner emotions on his own.

After a long time, he seemed to suppress the excitement in his heart and opened his eyes again:

"—The Great Light, which is still nowhere to be seen."

The swordsman's lips moved:

"If there really are gods, then we may be the ones who have been abandoned by the gods."

His words were undoubtedly a heavy blow to everyone's faith, and even the most determined monk's body was shaken up, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

On the back of the ice dragon, everyone's expressions looked dazed and overwhelmed, and everyone was silent for a moment.

At this time, above the necklines of all the saints, the black qi in the badge seemed to come to life, and began to squirm.

"Ahh

A faint sigh sounded out of thin air, startling all the silent ones.

The voice seemed to be somewhat familiar, but it carried a chilling cold aura that entered the hearts of everyone above the ice dragon.

The monk's body was shocked, and he immediately looked up, and the Taoist priest in the distance, No. 1 and No. 4 all lowered their heads at this time, and No. 1 still maintained the posture of finger abyss.

It seems that apart from them, these 'newcomers' sent by the Federation did not hear this sigh.

"Who?"

The swordsman's back tingled, and an unsettling pressure enveloped his body, causing him to subconsciously hold the sword with both hands and pour fighting energy into the ice sword.

"Who's sighing?"

His face spun around, and no one answered his words.

The Abyss Territory has its own world, and among the people who are enclosed here, Song Qingxiao pursues Lucifer, and the 'Moon' Sage seems to have not completely escaped the coercion of the seal for the time being.

The No. 1, No. 4, and Taoist priests were surprised by the appearance of Hayas and others, the believers were at a loss, and the saints were silent, but who were the ones who sighed?

"Arthur."

This time, a mysterious voice sounded again, and the name of the swordsman was called.

The moment he heard his name being heard by this voice, the swordsman's pupils contracted violently, and the forced calm expression on his face suddenly shattered.

"Great light?"

His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe his ears and judgment.

But the swordsman knew that he could not be mistaken.

He had followed the 'Sun' sage in the north and south, and had been a loyal follower under his command, and the voice of the 'Sun' sage had been carved into his soul almost like a magic spell.

Even in the hundreds of years since the sage was seriously injured, he rarely went out and met everyone, but in the heart of the swordsman, he will never forget his voice.

A shiver arose from the swordsman's heart and flowed to his limbs, stimulating his heart with a fierce beating sound.

The expressions of the monks and the others were no better, and the horror and panic occupied their minds, causing them to hold their breath at this time, fearing that they were hallucinating.

"You've disappointed me!"

The voice of the sage of the 'day' sounded again.

It was indeed his voice, and the Six Saints of the 'Light' faction were extremely familiar with him, and now hearing his 'accusations' like this became more and more certain of his identity.

It's just that compared to the 'day' sage in his previous impression, his tone at this time has a kind of calm that is forcibly feigned.

There was a bit of suppressed anger in the reproach, as if the swordsman's words offended his divine might and made him unhappy.

"Great light!"

When he shouted this title again, the swordsman was no longer as calm as before.

His face was dazed and uneasy, and the accusations of betrayal of his faith were devastating.

The hand holding the long sword was extremely hard, and his palms were white, almost relying on the ice sword to support his body, giving him strength.

A faint black aura spread out in the Holy Light Shield at some point, and everyone's faces showed a look of panic.

"Where did this come from?"

Under the light emitted by the spirit butterfly's wings, although the black qi was thin, it was also extremely clear.

This is the Holy Light Shield created by the Holy Maiden, and the 'Light' and 'Darkness' are not compatible, even if the Abyss Territory is the domination of the 'Moon' Sage, it is logically impossible for the evil dark energy to penetrate into the Holy Light Shield.

Everyone desperately turned their heads to find the source of the black gas, only to see that under the light and mist, the black gas became thicker and thicker, like a living thing, floating in the shield light, lingering but not dissipating.

"There!"

After a while, Edward finally let out a loud cry as if he had discovered something.

The magic battle he held in his hand pointed to the swordsman's body, and everyone followed his gaze and saw the swordsman's neckline, and at this moment a black qi about the size of a grape appeared.

Wisps of black mist escaped from it and drifted into the shield light.

'Shhh

Everyone gasped, and everyone's eyes involuntarily widened, staring at the swordsman, and their expressions were uncertain.

Even the swordsman himself looked down at his neckline, which was near the edge of his armor, and at some point a cloud of black mist appeared.

Black demonic aura floated out of it, as if it was connected to the bottom of the abyss.

"You have it too!"

The elf shouted, pointing in Edward's direction.

The old mage lowered his head consciously, and sure enough, he found that black gas was also coming out of his body.

"I have it too." Raphael and the Holy Maiden let out exclamations one after another, and the monk lowered his head, and also saw that black gas was wafting from his sacrificial robes.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the black qi over, and his fingertips touched something, and the monk had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and said loudly:

"It's a medal!"

Everyone who was panicked suddenly realized, and they all remembered that the direction in which the black mist appeared was indeed the position where everyone was wearing the medal before.

There was a change in the medal, and the energy inside was rapidly overflowing.

Although I don't know why the medal has undergone such a change, the appearance of the black fog makes everyone's hearts seem to be clouded.

Black qi slipped out from between the monk's fingers and lingered in the shield of holy light, causing the originally golden shield light to turn gray-black in an instant.

Something loomed in the mist.

At this time, outside the Holy Light Shield, the Taoist priest who was originally looking in the direction of the abyss with the shouting of No. 1 seemed to sense that something was wrong, and looked up in the direction of the Holy Light Shield.

I saw that the original golden shield light had been filled with black gas, and the light of the blue butterfly seemed to have been corroded by the dark power and became a little dim.

The monk and the others had already retreated in front of the believers and occupied the tail of the ice dragon, as if they had seen something incredible.

And in the direction of the dragon's head, a large cloud of black gas appeared.

In the middle of the black air, there was a 'human' figure that slowly raised its head.

"Great Light—" The swordsman shouted the title again, his tone already trembling.

The man who appeared in the midst of the black qi slowly opened his eyes the moment he heard his words.

His appearance was somewhat similar to that of the swordsman's memory, but it had undergone a great mutation.

The black gas turned into his long, thick hair, which was scattered around his side.

In those dark purple pupils, there was no longer light and reassuring purity, as if there was a depressing dark aura, which made his face no longer make the swordsman and others feel at ease and admired, and became a little strange and cruel.

More than 300 years ago, the Sage of the Sun, who was seriously injured by sealing the Sage of the Moon, the founder of the Divine Court and a legendary figure called the God of Light by the mainlanders, once again appeared in front of his saints and believers in such an unbelievable way after leaving the eyes of the world for hundreds of years.