In the next instant, Platini made a surprising move.
He suddenly thrust the [ Twilight of the Gods ] scepter in his hand into his own body. The sharp tip of the scepter instantly pierced his chest, and golden blood containing terrifying power gushed out uncontrollably like a spring.
Sun Fei was startled, thinking to himself, "Could it be that this guy is so angry because he can't beat me that he's trying to hurt himself?"
But at this moment, an indescribable, eerie aura, like a black and red mist, emerged irresistibly from the [ Twilight of the Gods ] scepter.
This aura was different from the majestic, noble, and unquestionable supreme aura emanating from the [ Scepter of Creation ]. Instead, it was filled with a dark, gray, murderous, and tyrannical aura... an aura filled with all negative emotions, yet it had reached a level of power that almost surpassed the God King Realm, nearly comparable to the aura of the [ Scepter of Creation ].
"What's going on? Platini is God King who cultivates Holy Power, and the [ Twilight of the Gods ] scepter is also a sacred object of the Church. How can the combination of the two unleash such an evil aura?"
Sun Fei was surprised.
At this moment, he couldn't afford to think too much. It was either death or rage. Sun Fei could only spare no effort to activate the [ Scepter of Creation ] with all his might, unleashing even greater power in order to completely kill Platini before the twelve-minute timer expired.
However, the dark red evil aura seemed to ferment, growing stronger and stronger, and it was showing signs of resisting the [ Scepter of Creation ].
Maradona's face also showed a solemn expression. He had already thrown his cigar aside, and for the first time, a look of hesitation appeared on his face, as if he was considering whether or not to make a move.
At this point, Valkyrie Elena was completely unable to intervene.
Sun Fei and Platini both unleashed power far exceeding that of God King.
At this point, she could only muster all her strength to barely protect herself.
"Hahaha, you can't do anything to me... you still can't do anything to me," Platini laughed maniacally. "You forced me into this situation. By fusing with the [ Twilight of the Gods ] scepter, I may have lost my soul, but I gained immortality. Alexander, you will regret pushing me to this point. Before long, Alexander Pato's fate will be yours..."
His words revealed some information.
Clearly, the Twilight of the Gods Scepter is not simply a symbol of power, nor is it merely a simple divine artifact; it also conceals another important aspect and identity...
Sun Fei inwardly groaned.
Damn it, these bigwigs always have hidden trump cards. This situation is just too damn messed up.
I never imagined things would escalate to this point.
It seems like winning against Platini today is going to be a bit risky.
But at this moment, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.
The Twilight of the Gods scepter, which had almost completely disappeared into Platini's body, suddenly seemed to be Summon by some mysterious force and began to tremble violently. To Platini's horror, it was slowly pulled out of his body by an invisible force.
The Red-Black mist that was powerful enough to rival the [ Scepter of Creation ] gradually disappeared, and the evil power protecting Platini, lacking strength, began to dissipate.
"No... why is this happening... no!" Platini roared frantically.
He struggled in vain, desperately trying to grab the cane with both hands, but he was powerless to change anything.
In the blink of an eye, the golden scepter was completely detached from his body, hovering above Platini. Then, with a sudden tremor and a whoosh, it transformed into a golden streak of light, instantly shattering the green light prison constructed by the remnants of the Earth Main God's laws, and vanished into thin air.
Having lost the Twilight of the Gods scepter, Platini's power instantly plummeted back to its original level.
Aside from the bowl-sized hole in his chest, he could no longer resist Sun Fei's strength. His body was once again torn open by intricate, spiderweb-like welts, and bright red blood flowed from the gaps, turning him into a blood-soaked figure in the blink of an eye...
"Damn it, Sepp Blatter, you old bastard, you devil... So you've been plotting against me all along! I've been fooled!"
Platini seemed to understand something.
He burned the last of his strength, transforming into a streak of light, roaring as he flew away, trying to escape from the gap in the green light prison shattered by the [ Twilight of the Gods ] scepter.
However, Sun Fei was not about to let him have his way.
With a wave of the [ Scepter of Creation ], a terrifying silver aura surged forth. With just a light touch, Platini Shout out, losing all his power, and plummeted from the sky, exploding into blood and gore with a bang...
A dazzling, pure golden flame, containing intense spiritual energy, escaped from the blood foam.
This is the essence of Platini's power.
Even if a being at the God King Level is reduced to dust, as long as their primordial power is preserved, their will remains undying, and there is still hope for resurrection.
However, in this state, one is extremely vulnerable, and all one's supernatural powers are rendered useless.
Sun Fei pointed, and a golden and silver sword energy chain shot out, transforming into countless fine chains that bound, enveloped, and imprisoned the pure golden flame.
"No, you can't do this to me..." Platini's terrified mental fluctuations emanated from the bound ball of light.
Sun Fei took the ball of light into his palm.
Looking at the twelve [ God Warrior ] in the distance, motionless and silent after Platini's physical body was destroyed, especially at Pato's bloodless yet lifelike face, Sun Fei felt an undisguised killing intent. He sneered, "Why can't I do this to you? Do you, scum like you, still want to prolong your life?"
"No... no, listen to me, I can tell you everything I know, I can tell you the secrets of this Earth Main God and how to control him, I can tell you how to control the Earth, I can tell you everything about the Holy Church, I..."
At that moment, Platini was completely devastated.
He was no longer the high and mighty acting pope who controlled the lives and deaths of thousands, no longer the ruler standing at the top of the continent. He was like a dog, begging and pleading, just to prolong his life.
His performance was even worse than that of an ordinary clergyman.
He offered an extremely tempting price.
"Just don't kill me, promise not to kill me, and I'll tell you everything, I can even serve you..." he pleaded desperately. " The Azeroth Continent is facing a catastrophe, you can't even imagine what's happening on this plane, I can tell you everything..."
Second update <dd>