The Isolation Grand Formation cast by the priests of the Western Continent easily sent Li He flying.
Cheng Queyi's attacks were skillful but lacked damage, serving no greater purpose than infuriating her opponents.
Instead, the black-robed priest's enraged attack instantly dealt her a severe blow.
If it weren't for Zhu Xingguo's extraordinary skill [ God's Protection ] saving his life, he would probably have already perished and never returned to this world.
However, this effectively tied up Zhu Xingguo, Wang Wen's top disciple, preventing him from using any of his techniques.
Let's calculate the time.
Only a minute and a half after the teleportation portal to the Western Continent appeared, the entire the Academy had been wiped out.
Even the hundredfold domain opened by Mi Lailai, who had eight hundred layers of Mi Lailai borrowing money from Chen Hansheng, was destroyed by the red-robed high priest with a single finger.
A large hole was torn in his stomach, and the number one black-robed man, who had been reborn and recovered, stepped on his head and crushed him.
Seeing all that was happening before her, Mi Lailai, whose face had been almost completely corroded by the bluish-gray energy to the bone, had a hollow gaze filled with despair.
The robed figures from the Western Continent who appeared this time were different from those before.
Even without Wang Wen, the others would usually have a few rounds of play where they would each have their own wins and losses.
But this time, everyone was completely powerless to resist?!
The enemy is too terrifying, their attack is overwhelming and their strength is unmatched. If Wang Wen doesn't return soon, everyone will be wiped out!
The Academy present were clearly aware of this.
Everyone's heart was filled with gloom and confusion—why had the strength of the Western Continent increased so dramatically?
Faced with such overwhelming power, attacks from Tower Climber of any level seem like child's play.
How can we fight like this?
Just when everyone was filled with despair...
He Jiong had just been kicked away by the man in black robes, suddenly noticed a faint sound coming from the collapsed Dean's Office beside him.
When the black-robed man who was stomping on Mi Lailai and grinding it hard shouted "Who else?" the wind carried the sound to the vicinity, the dust that was swirling in the Dean's Office suddenly stopped in mid-air.
He Jiong heard a slightly hoarse growl:
Dragon Valley, open!
As the voice faded, a bright purple light spilled out like water, instantly spreading to a distance of over a hundred meters, encompassing the teleportation portal as well.
This small space felt like stepping into another strange, bright purple world.
Bright purple flames suddenly ignited on the bodies of all the priests, who were draped in long robes.
Each flame seems to be connected, and once generated, they chase each other and link together, just like wildfires on the prairie that quickly spread into a vast expanse.
Those who react too slowly will be immediately engulfed by the flames and turned to ashes in no time.
Only high-ranking priests with quick reflexes could extinguish the flames with their bluish-gray energy before they could spread.
As if interfered with by some force, the dust in the Dean's Office quickly fell from mid-air to the ground, gradually revealing a figure slowly rising.
He Jiong recognizing the figure, He Jiong exclaimed in surprise, " Dean is still alive!"
Li He emerged from the dust, covered in dirt and blood, but his expression remained relatively calm.
He didn't respond to He Jiong's words, but simply nodded slightly as a reply, gazing intently into the distance.
He Jiong followed his gaze to the purple flames that occasionally bloomed in the crowd, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Eight hundred layers of domain! I thought my boss's tower-climbing speed was already monstrous enough, but I didn't expect Dean's speed to be so terrifying! No wonder they were the two geniuses who made that bet to revitalize the Academy!"
As he spoke, his tone shifted abruptly, and he asked with suspicion, "If you have this skill, why didn't you use it sooner?"
Li He still didn't turn to look at him.
Two clear tears involuntarily streamed down her calm face, leaving two parallel streaks on her dusty skin.
The World Tower has 800 floors; anyone who uses it knows how fast it burns through money.
Even the top-tier Mi Lailai Universal Love needs to borrow money from the boss to open a domain, so how many Point can a dilapidated Dean who is constantly losing money have?
It's not that it's not needed.
We can't afford it...
Unfortunately, we're now at a life-or-death juncture; forget about money, we're going to lose our lives too.
No matter how reluctant I am, I can only bleed through tears.
Li He silently calculated the amount of money he had spent on using his domain, tears streaming down his face.
Before he could finish mourning his lost Point, the scene before him made his brows furrow even deeper.
Clearly, the bright purple flames might be effective against ordinary priests, but they couldn't harm the man in black robes at all.
The situation appears to be one-sided, but in reality, it's all for naught unless the opponent's high-end combat force is eliminated.
Li He's gaze fell on the center of the chaotic group of priests.
There was a striking splash of red there.
A person dressed in a red robe stood quietly amidst the swirling purple flames, surrounded by an invisible barrier that prevented the flames from getting any closer, no matter how hard they tried.
Noticing Li He's gaze, the masked face of the other person slowly turned around.
Just as a sense of unease flashed through Li He's heart, he saw the other person raise their finger and point in this direction.
Without thinking twice, he flipped over and lunged toward the nearest cover.
His body was torn open while still in mid-air, and he barely managed to roll into the cover using inertia, then began to cough up blood.
The domain of purple flames naturally dissipated.
He Jiong was still standing in the same spot, was greatly surprised.
Just as they were about to find cover, they saw the terrifying tip of the red-robed man's finger move towards them.
Li He was at least a moving target, making him difficult to aim at.
At this moment, He Jiong was like a fixed target, his eyes almost crossed as he stared at the fingertip of his opponent, which meant that the finger was most likely targeting his head this time.
In an instant.
Only one thought remained in his mind.
Damn it!
There was no sound.
He Jiong's right shoulder, along with half of his upper body, completely disappeared.
It was as if an empty semicircle appeared on his body. He rolled over in tatters and lay motionless on the ground. Blood from his wounds gushed out like a flood, quickly forming a pool.
The red-robed man's attack missed.
It's not an act of mercy.
Instead, he was knocked to the ground by a fist that suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The high priest adjusted his mask and looked up at the man who had appeared beside him.
Mo Ran was panting, wearing a pair of white gauntlets with red patterns on his hands. The gauntlets were flaming with flames, but the flames were red and white.
He came from who knows how far away.
His face was covered in sweat and filled with anger.
Upon seeing the man in black robes not far away, his anger intensified.
He vividly remembered his conversation with the man in black robes after receiving the Divine Power Essence and witnessing its effects on strengthening his physique.
The other party spouted platitudes about benevolence and morality, but then turned around and started a war.
This made Mo Ran feel as if he had been deceived in an extremely insidious and malicious way!
Seeing the horrific state of everyone in the Academy, he pointed at the wounded and roared at the man in black robes, "Is this what you call peace?!"
The man in black robes not far away chuckled disdainfully.
He opened his mouth as if to say something.
But then Mo Ran roared, "To hell with peace!" and swung his fist at the fallen red-robed high priest.
The boxing gloves swept through the air.
The red and white flames burning on it expanded to an area of nearly one meter, then contracted and condensed in the next second, sticking tightly to the surface of the gauntlet.
During this expansion and contraction process, the temperature rises exponentially.
The large area of space around the light port became distorted and blurred, as if even the air had been instantly dried up.
Some of the unfortunate priests who were directly opposite Mo Ran, and those who were farther away, managed to keep their bodies intact, only suffering reddened skin and screaming in agony from the burns.
Those that were even slightly closer were instantly carbonized; one wobbled slightly and then fell over, shattering into a pile of black charcoal.
Such a powerful and furious strike.
But it stopped less than an inch from the high priest's forehead.
No matter how much Mo Ran used his master-level physical strength, he couldn't get any closer.
Mo Ran stared wide-eyed as the man in red robes slowly rose from the ground, raised his hand, and gently touched his forehead with a finger.
A sudden, immense fear rose within him.
A soft, calm female voice entered his ears. " In the In the Name of the Lord, obliterate."
boom!
Beyond the optical port.
A headless body fell to the ground, then, as if blown away by the wind, gradually turned into sand and drifted away.
Western Continent.
On a vast expanse of scorched earth.
Wang Wen was "visiting" one by one the sleek, unassuming people.
Many shy young people ran away with their butts naked.
Some who couldn't run would squat on the ground, cover their heads, and scream.
Some middle-aged and elderly people, however, remained surprisingly calm, quietly observing the strange scenery around them.
What kind of force could produce such a vast expanse of barren, scorched earth?
Was it because mortals committed too many sins that the gods unleashed their wrath in punishment?
Or has humanity's technological advancement once again pushed the boundaries, causing another Destruction blow to the previously harmonious ecological environment?
Wang Wen stood in front of these people.
First, with a casual wave of his hand, he "conjured" some clothes for them to wear.
Then he asked, "You've just come back from the dead, did you hear anything strange?"