Crack!
Before Yatelan could recover from his shock, the trident gripped tightly in his hand gave a sharp crack.
The three pallid eyeballs on it burst at once, oozing pus.
The False Divine Artifact he had counted on as his trump card snapped in the middle, broke into three pieces of ordinary rusted scrap, and clattered into the sea.
Its divine might had been forcibly stripped away!
The divine power in Yatelan's body was completely drained in that instant. His legs buckled under the sudden emptiness and weakness, and he nearly fell to his knees in the sea.
Ning Hongye stood on her Mo Dao, her expression impassive.
With a casual sweep of her right arm, the Mo Dao sprang into her hand.
A stark black blade-light, free of any flourish, swept across the sea.
It was impossibly fast.
Slash!
Blood gushed from Yatelan's right shoulder.
He had not even seen how she swung her blade.
His entire right arm and half his shoulder had already parted from his body. They flew high into the air before splashing into the churning waves.
The searing pain reached his nerves a beat later.
"Aaaah!"
Clutching his bleeding wound, Yatelan screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
His whole body trembled.
Fear.
Fear that sank into his bones swallowed every trace of his arrogance.
The blind woman in red before him was no human.
She had not a trace of spiritual energy, yet one glance from her had broken a god's curse, and one stroke had severed his divine body!
Run! I have to run!
It was the only thought left in Yatelan's mind.
The dignity of an Apostle, the glory of the church—he cast it all aside.
If he stayed even one more second, he would die without a corpse left intact!
Yatelan