The Aztecs feared not how powerful the attack was, but how weak it was. For demons with non-dark attributes, it can just kill a great monarch in seconds.

But it has a rich light attribute attached to it, and the damage to an undead with a dark attribute like it is extremely huge.

The Aztec looked at the flying light slash, and if he could dodge, he would dodge, but he couldn't dodge, so he used the Blood God Slaughter in his hand to smash it.

In this way, the Aztecs came to Michael's side and slashed them with a sword.

Michael watched as the attack was getting closer, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Seeing that the Blood God Slayer was only half a meter away from it, Michael teleported and disappeared.

And where Michael was originally standing, a magic circle formed by the convergence of countless golden lines appeared.

The Aztecs also felt the strangeness of the void, but now that it was wrapped in a circle, it was unrealistic to escape.

Just as the Aztecs were trapped by the circle, an incomparably divine light emanated from the circle.

"Zizizi~"

The divine light was scorching its undead body, so that what little energy it had left was about to be purified into nothingness.

"Hehehe~ You demons don't have a little brain, like this?" Michael looked at the Aztecs, who were struggling in the golden circle, and his eyes were full of endless mockery.

Michael was not stupid, he saw his opponents rushing towards him. Still suspended in place, it was not stupid that there was some kind of premeditation, and now it was clear that Michael was the latter.

"Flat-haired livestock!" The Aztec felt the aura of death on his body dissipate rapidly, and his eyes were full of anger.

The Aztecs couldn't wait to die in the circle, but they stabilized the wounds on their bodies. Looking at the brilliant magic circle on the ground of the Holy City, a trace of helplessness flashed in its eyes.

He threw the Blood God Slaughter in his hand towards the magic circle below, it was impossible to go down.

Because the closer you get to the circle, the stronger that divine power will be.

"Not good!" Michael saw the Aztec's movements, he knew that the Blood God Slaughter had the ability to corrode darkness, and if it really fell on the magic circle, it might break out of the formation directly.

"Boom~Boom~"

Michael wanted to stop it, but he was a little slow to react. Seeing that the Blood God Slaughter was directly inserted into the lines on the magic circle.

Coincidentally, the Blood God Slaughter happened to land on one of the energy nodes of the magic circle, and in this way, the magic circle, which was originally full of incomparably rich divine power, suddenly stopped.

The Aztecs would not let go of such an opportunity, and they left the circle in a flash.

"It's a shame!" Michael looked at the Aztecs, who had fled, with a look of pity in his eyes.

Originally, he could easily grind it to death with such a magic circle, but now it seems that he still has to fight hard.

He's an archangel who is good at fighting, and he certainly won't be afraid of fighting.

As soon as the Aztec withdrew from the circle, he felt that the breath of death in his body was pitiful.

It saw that the Blood God Slaughter, which was originally full of dark aura, was being eroded and melted little by little, and a trace of distress flashed in its eyes.

It was a treasure given by Lord Hades, and it was destroyed by himself. So much so that when it looked at Michael, its eyes were full of murderous intent.

"You're really damned!" Aztec watched as he continued to unleash attacks with divine power, and said in an extremely cold tone.

That tone was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, and if it was replaced by a person with a weak mind, he would definitely lose his fighting spirit.

"Hehehe~ If this is your last wish, then you can die with peace of mind."

Who is Michael, that is one of the powerhouses standing at the pinnacle of the human race, how could he be frightened by its killing intent.

"It seems that if I don't use the last hole card, you really think I'm so easy to kill!"

After the Aztec finished speaking, it took out a black token, knelt down on one knee in the void, and said with great reverence in its eyes: "Please save your loyal followers, Lord Hades!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a black light appeared on the black token. It was directly out of the Aztec's grasp, and automatically suspended in midair.

The black token token directly conjured up a majestic phantom, he was wearing a black dragon robe, and a three-foot green blade hung from his waist.

Seeing such an incomparable phantom, everyone couldn't help but want to take a look at his face. It's just a pity that his face was shrouded in a mist.

But whether it was Michael, or the representatives of the various countries outside the Holy City battlefield, they all knew that person was the Aztec Lord Hades.

This token was the Aztec and his men who captured the rest of the Egyptian pyramids, and the king of Hades saw his loyalty and rewarded him with this token, which contained thirty percent of his strength.

Don't look at it, this is only thirty percent power, but it can easily kill the demon of the Great Emperor level.

Getting back to business, the Phantom of Hades glanced at the Aztecs kneeling in the void below, and then looked at Michael, who was waiting for him.

At this moment, Michael's back involuntarily flowed out of cold sweat.

When Hades looked at Michael, the hairs on his body stood on end. His instinct told him to run away or he would fall on the spot.

"Michael, we're here to help you!" Just as Michael was about to flee, three voices rang out beside him.

Michael saw the fourteen-winged archangels Lemuel, Raguil, and Raphael coming to Michael's side, and they were all archangels who had returned before Michael's return.

"Is that the only strength in your holy city?" From the phantom of the Immortal King came a voice of indifference and contempt for all beings.

"Oh, if you come in person, we are still afraid of three points, and now you are just a shadow." Lemuel looked at the phantom of the Hades who was high above and said with a solemn face.

"In that case, you can just go and die!" The Immortal King clearly didn't want to talk to them. Talk nonsense.

He grabbed the three-foot Qingfeng hanging on the right side with his right hand with his right hand, and spit out softly in his mouth: Dark Sky Cutting Sword Drawing Technique.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Hades King drew his sword skills in front of the four of them.

"Qiang~"

A dark sword light that seemed to open the world slashed towards the three Michael.

"Not good~"

The four of them looked at the terrifying dark sword light and burst into cheers.

All four of them showed their housekeeping skills, and saw Michael sacrifice a small golden sword; Lemuel sacrificed a golden thunderball; A pair of golden phantom wings appeared behind Raphael's back; A small golden shield appeared in Raguil's hand.

These are all treasures that they have absorbed the endless power of faith and condensed, which are similar to natal magic weapons.

Through the breath, it could be felt that they had all surpassed the Heaven Level, but they had not fully reached the Emperor Level.

A strong golden holy light appeared on Raphael's body, shining on the two of Michael's bodies, causing the aura emanating from their bodies to be three points stronger.

"Holy Sword Slash!"

"Holy Thunder Blast!"

"Holy Shield!"

Michael and Lemuel both spurred the treasures in their hands and attacked directly at the dark sword light, while Raguil provided them with defense.

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