To be honest, the three archangels Ludwig, Goebbels, and Helmut simply could not understand it. For an ordinary Saint, even one from a peak race, possessing a single divine artifact was already an extraordinary feat.
But this Human Race member Fengdu kept pulling divine artifacts from his body one after another, as if such artifacts were worthless. Even if he had many magical treasures, there had to be a limit!
Even if these divine artifacts had all been obtained from the War God's inheritance, wasn't this far too many? And every single one possessed such tyrannical power.
Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that a single Saint could possess so many divine artifacts. It was simply inconceivable, utterly unbelievable.
"Samsara Pen."
Xia Ping gripped the Samsara Pen, pouring the immense power of his world into it. A terrifyingly sharp force erupted from the pen, radiating dreadful might capable of piercing the heavens.
Vaguely, he seemed to transform into the Hell Nether God himself, wielding the Samsara Pen to draw reincarnation, sever yin and yang, and decree life and death, as though he ruled over the cycle of life and death for all things in the world.
Whoosh!
The next instant, the Samsara Pen struck toward the three archangels Ludwig, Goebbels, and Helmut, unleashing three peerless streaks of sharpness that became three cold black rays.
Each black ray seemed capable of slicing the vacuum of the universe in half. Nothing could withstand the sharp force at the pen's tip.
"Not good!"
The three archangels Ludwig, Goebbels, and Helmut's expressions changed drastically, their faces uglier than if their fathers had died. They sensed a fatal crisis.
It seemed that once these three black rays came crashing down, they would shatter the balance of the