The Hell Lords fell silent.
They suddenly realized that they truly could not see through the Lord of Blood Floss Hell. They completely discarded their attitude of treating him as a newcomer.
In Death Desert, Wu Heng's projection of Blood Floss Hell was locked in a stalemate with the Holy Spirit's light.
The two sides were roughly equal in strength, both at Hell level.
This alone dealt a tremendous shock to the holy angel who had come to accuse him and exercise the authority of punishment.
She had originally believed that, like the other Hell Lords, Wu Heng could only send an incarnation of pseudo-Hell level into the human world, even if he had three High Priests of the same level.
Yet to her, who could ignore the rules of reality, they should still have been easy to defeat.
But reality was that she could not destroy Wu Heng's projection of Blood Floss Hell in one stroke.
"Weren't you going to tear me apart? Then shall we begin?"
"Have you already done your best, or are you reluctant to use something God left behind?" As Wu Heng spoke, Fear Hell roared within him. Nightmare Power accumulated, ready to erupt at any moment.
He had not even made a move yet!
The holy angel said nothing. The light sweeping across heaven and earth continuously slashed toward the Hell projection, which was comparable to a crimson monster.
Every strike was blocked.
Her source of light was abundant and highly enduring. If she had truly been facing four pseudo-Hell-level beings, they would absolutely have been suppressed and restrained by that light.
Then they would have been at her mercy.
But clearly, the scene before her had exceeded her imagination. Under God's rules, she could not understand how such a thing could exist.
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