"Whew-"

The yellow tornado spun rapidly, trying to track the position of the fighting sword, but the fighting sword was as nimble as a swimming fish, sometimes tumbling, sometimes rapidly moving sideways, placing itself in the blind spot of the tornado's attack.

The frequency of sword fighting movements is constantly changing, creating an elusive rhythm. He flashed on the brink of the yellow storm, and then quickly retreated, avoiding the incoming energy.

Seeing that this guy was as flexible as a mosquito being chased and slapped at three o'clock in the middle of the night, Bai Ye squinted his eyes slightly and said nothing.

On the ground, Clint and Star-Lord each faced the followers of the Church of Universal Truth, and fell into a fierce battle.

Clint gripped his bow tightly, and the arrows rained lightning at the cultists. His movements are smooth and precise, and every arrow is carefully calculated, with little effort wasted. The cultists dodged left and right in the rain of arrows, but many of them were still hit by the arrows and let out screams.

Star-Lord confronts the cultists with his unique style, and the absence of the Elemental Gun will not affect the skills he has honed over the years.

A Cosmic Truth cultist rushes at Star-Lord with an energy weapon, trying to use the weapon's power to overwhelm him. However, Star-Lord's form was with him, and he skillfully dodged his opponent's attacks while using his body's flexibility to dodge a beam of energy.

In an instant, Star-Lord seized the moment of the enemy's attack, and a precise kick struck the Cultist of Cosmic Truth in the chest, sending it flying.

He then quickly reflexed, caught the energy gun that was about to land, and fired a deadly beam of energy that smashed a cultist who tried to sneak up on him from behind.

"Hey, old guys, your skills are a little too bad! You can't avoid this little trick, it's a waste of my time. ”

At the same time, the old man's mouth kept spitting mocking and bantering words, which contrasted sharply with his sly smile.

The Cultists are not easy enemies to deal with. They wield high-tech weapons, firing beams and energy projectiles against Clint and Star-Lord. The battlefield was filled with smoke and light, creating a chaotic scene.

"Old man, your archery skills are really amazing!"

Star-Lord dodged the enemy attack and waved at Clint. "It's a pity that these guys seem to be a little immune to arrows!"

Clint did not answer, he was fully absorbed in the enemy's attack. As his arrows fly, the enemies gradually understand the horror of this superhero with superb shooting skills.

Star-Lord kept changing his marksmanship, dodging one energy attack after another with his nimble body. His smile grew sly, as if he were playing tricks on the cultists. Even though he's facing enemies, his performance makes it seem like he's enjoying the melee to the fullest.

The scene of the battle became more and more chaotic, with smooth metal shards and smoke from explosions scattered on the ground. Star-Lord and Clint work together more and more tacitly, and they are like tacit dancers on the battlefield, shuttling left and right through the chaotic battle.

However, the congregants did not flinch easily. Their faith and worship of the Devourer of Planets made them fearless of death. In the midst of the melee, they still roar and shout against the two superheroes.

"Come back."

White Night held the Staff of Vatum in his hand, and the storm was dispersed, and yellow energy gathered at the head of the staff, forming a faint but solid bundle.

The sword fighter stood in the air, a red close-fitting uniform rippling around his body. He stared at the white night, and the solemnity and disdain in his eyes were palpable. The uniform on his chest had been scorched, and it seemed to be the aftermath of the blow just now.

However, this did not shake his expression in the slightest.

The confrontation between the two is like a clash of ice and fire, with cold and heat intertwined in the air. It was a transcendent battle, and the two powerful beings felt the unusual power of the other.

"Peter Quayle, your friend seems to be in trouble."

Doujian said lightly, with a hint of contempt in his tone, while glancing down at the ground.

A few hundred meters below him, the old man in a leather jacket was churning through the crowd, constantly forcing back the surrounding cultists with his weapon.

Although he looked a little flustered, he didn't have any serious injuries, just bruises or scrapes at best.

"Really?"

Bai Ye didn't respond, he just stared intently at the fighting sword. The beam of energy at the head of the staff trembled slightly, as if waiting for the right moment. Fighting Sword, on the other hand, straightened his body and exuded an air of arrogance, as if he had mastered the whole situation.

Suddenly, the corners of Doujian's mouth raised slightly, with a hint of a sneer: "Do you think you can stop the Devourer of Planets?" Small characters from Earth. ”

Bai Ye's face was expressionless, and a flash of indifference flashed in his eyes: "No matter what, I will stop him." ”

"Block? How do you stop it? ”

Doujian smiled mockingly, the red lasers in his eyes becoming more and more intense, reflecting his purple skin. He looked at the white night, as if waiting for the other party's answer.

"With the power I have." Bai Ye replied simply, without the slightest hesitation in his tone.

The purple skin in front of him probably didn't know that he had something in his hand that could scare him out just by shaking it twice in front of the Planet Devourer.

The contempt on Doujian's face was even worse, and he said lightly: "Then let me see your so-called strength." ”

As soon as his words fell, there was a low hum in the sky, like the whistling of a giant beast. The starry sky in front of him began to become restless, and huge warships gradually emerged from the void.

These warships are of different sizes and shapes, but they all bear the emblem of the Church of Universal Truth, and a dazzling star interweaves a large open ancient scroll, symbolizing the faith and power of the Church of Universal Truth.

The surface of the battleship is covered with a metallic luster, showing the power of futuristic technology. The engine glows blue like a star, giving it a mysterious and majestic feel.

The huge fleet that rushed out of the atmosphere was so numerous that it was like endless black clouds covering the sky and the sun, casting the starry sky in a haze.

The corners of Doujian's mouth raised slightly, and he watched with satisfaction the battleship formation that gradually unfolded in the air. He floated forward a few meters, pointing to the white night in the distance, his words full of mockery and disdain.

"You think you can fight the Church of Universal Truth with some insignificant force? You are what you are, and you dare to try to stop the coming of the Devourer of Planets. ”

(End of chapter)