Qian Renxue (116)

At the same time, he turned his head and shouted to the Soul Masters behind him, "Everyone, gather the Power of Faith and pass your strength to us!"

The Soul Masters snapped back to their senses one after another. They closed their eyes and gathered the Power of Faith in their hearts. Golden light surged out of them like countless streams, converging into a golden torrent that poured into Zhao Feng and Lin Mo. Zhao Feng and Lin Mo's strength instantly soared, and the blue-gold interwoven light barrier became even more solid, temporarily withstanding the impact of the Purple Light Arrows.

"Interesting." That figure gave a soft laugh, a trace of mockery in his voice. "The Power of Faith is indeed an amusing kind of power. But do you think this bit of Power of Faith can withstand the power of the Source of the Void? Naive."

The figure raised his hand and waved lightly. A massive Purple Light Pillar descended from the sky, blasting toward the center of the battlefield. That light pillar was hundreds of zhang in diameter and contained enough power to destroy the entire Void Desert. If it fell, not only would every Soul Master on the battlefield be reduced to ash, even the continent beyond the Void Desert would suffer severe repercussions.

"No—!" Zhao Feng's eyes nearly split with rage. He wanted to rush up and block that Purple Light Pillar, only to find that under the suppression of that power, even moving had become extremely difficult. He turned his head to look at Lin Mo and found Lin Mo in the same state, his face pale, veins bulging on his forehead, his whole body trembling, yet unable to move even an inch.

Is this the difference of absolute power? Deep despair surged in Zhao