The End of the World: At the beginning, I seized the SSS-level superpower

The next moment, in front of Arie, the void distorted, revealing a projected image...

Gabriel sat cross-legged on his throne, radiating holy light. His androgynous face still possessed a unique and captivating beauty...

But there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"Are you sure about this?"

“Gabriel, Seymour is dead, killed by the human emperor!”

Ale turned pale and continued, "Quickly inform the ancestor that Michael's death and the loss of the Sword of War may not be related to the Lizard Clan's god Linxin!"

"Is it the White-Clad Emperor who has returned?" Gabriel asked in a trembling voice, his tone still incredulous.

He seemed more concerned about the human emperor than the angels' losses.

"Not the White-Clad Human Emperor!"

Ale said, "She is a female human, and her strength is probably no weaker than that white-robed human emperor!"

The twelve level-five gods of the Angel race are all ancient monsters who have lived for hundreds of millions of years, experienced the ancient times, and witnessed the rise of several generations of human emperors.

The former might of the human emperors still fills them with lingering fear whenever they recall it.

"Are you sure you won't act on your own again!"

Gabriel also spoke up nervously, "I'll go and inform the Ancestral God right away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gabriel dismissed the projected image in front of him.

He stepped down from the altar, knelt on the ground, bowed deeply, and then unleashed his talent.

An invisible ripple spread out in the endless holy light, condensing into a huge projection.

It was a human city, seemingly resembling the area where human slaves lived in some Great Bright World.

At this very moment, a tall young man is strolling down the street.

He was dressed in brocade robes, with fourteen transparent wings on his back, each seemingly only the size of a palm, clinging tightly to his back as if they were merely decorations on his clothing.

He had black hair and black eyes, and his appearance was different from most angels.

"Gabriel, what happened?" the young man asked, frowning.

“Ancestral God, another emperor has been born in the human race!” Gabriel said directly.

The young man paused abruptly, a hint of surprise appearing on his usually calm face.

Then, in a cold tone, he said, "Stop talking nonsense!"

“It is absolutely true. The two fifth-level gods, Michael and Seymour, are dead, and our race has lost the divine artifact, the Sword of Michael!” Gabriel continued.

The young man's pupils contracted, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Go and inform Raphael, Sariel, and Slaogga, the three twelve-winged angels, to take the divine artifact to the Ninth Domain!"

"Remember, act according to circumstances, and prioritize the safety of the Ninth Domain Race. This time, our Angel Race need not be the first to stick its neck out!"

"Great Ancestral God, are you not planning to take action personally?" Gabriel was taken aback.

"I make my own decision!"

The young man snorted coldly, raised his hand slightly, and forcibly dispersed Gabriel's projection.

As the image disappeared, a solemn expression appeared on the young man's face.

He murmured, "Back then, to slay the human Emperor Tu Xin, my angel race sacrificed an ancestral god!"

"Forcing the White-Robed Emperor to flee, and sacrificing an Ancestral God!"

"Now, the Angel race only has three ancestral gods left, and I am the weakest. Why should I be the one to take action?"

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The Ninth Domain, the outer perimeter of the Angel Clan's territory.

Ale turned around and looked at Miael beside him.

With golden blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth, Mi Allen's face was obsequious as he said, "My lord!"

"Activate your dark talents, conceal yourself, and await reinforcements!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Mi Allen dared not be negligent. The holy light surrounding him slowly disappeared, and then, dark rules spread out from his eleven wings.

Then, darkness descended, enveloping him and Arieh, slowly merging with the darkness within the void.

Without the mental strength of a fifth-level deity or higher, it would be difficult to detect the two people in the darkness...

Just then, from the edge of nothingness, a wisp of white mist drifted slowly, unhurriedly.

In the endless void, it drifted straight toward Alejandra and Mielen, appearing exceptionally dazzling.

"Old ghost!"

Mi Allen was immediately jolted.

"Is this the old ghost?"

Arie's face immediately darkened: "He dares to come again?"

Arlie had long heard of the rise of the Yinling race in the Eighth Domain, their slaughter of dozens of angel gods and countless members of their race...

Initially, the First Domain didn't pay much attention to it.

However, the speed at which the Yin Spirit Clan rose to power was astonishing.

Furthermore, he has an ambiguous relationship with Lucifer, the traitorous god of the angel race.

Last time, even when Seymour personally went to the Eighth Domain, he was stopped by Lucifer.

In recent days, the old evil spirit has annihilated countless angels and even forced Seymour to summon slaves, greatly weakening the angels' presence in the Ninth Domain.

"He's only a fourth-level god?"

As the white mist approached, Yalie instantly sensed the life level aura of Mo Yinling.

"It's really strange. Even though it hasn't evolved into a level five god yet, it still makes Michael and Seymour hesitate to act against it..."

The white mist quickly arrived at Alejandra and Mielen, a hundred miles away from their hiding place, and slowly paused, condensing into the figure of an old man with white hair and a white robe.

"Mo Yinling greets the two deities!" The old man clasped his hands slightly, giving a perfunctory bow.

"Old ghost, aren't you afraid of death?" Mi Allen manifested his form, coldly rebuking him.

"If you two can kill me, feel free to try!" the old man said indifferently.

Previously, even when Michael and Seymour joined forces, they were helpless against him.

At this moment, Mo Yinling's life force clearly surged again.

It seemed as if it was just a hair's breadth away from evolving into a level five god.

Arie's combat strength is even inferior to Michael's; her main strength lies in her survival skills.

Mo Yinling was naturally not afraid at all.

"Your Yin Spirit clan is a clan that my Angel clan must exterminate!" At this moment, Arie stepped out and also emerged from the shadows.

"From now on, the Angel race will no longer be as careless as before."

Aleph's words were detached, yet they went straight to the heart of the matter.

Mo Yinling smiled: "If the Angel Clan were to devote all its power to annihilating me, Mo Yinling, it would be an easy task."

"The Yin Spirit Clan has offended the top clans since its birth. In this vast void of all races, no clan has ever been willing to form an alliance with me!"

"But the Yin Spirit Clan had no intention of being enemies with the Angel Clan. You and I should have been allies!"

"An allied race?"

Ale's expression stiffened slightly; he wondered how Ale could say such a thing.

This old evil spirit recently turned the world upside down between the Angel Clan and the Wood Clan in the Eighth and Ninth Domains.

Now that all races are at war, he is taking advantage of the chaos to plunder and even destroy the angel race's world of light...

Arie asked, "Are you afraid?"

"No, I only wish to turn hostility into friendship with the nobles... to forge an eternal alliance, and from then on, join hands to dominate all races in the void!"

After Mo Yinling finished speaking, he earnestly clasped his hands in a fist and bowed again.

"Hahaha...!" Mi Allen suddenly burst into laughter: "Old ghost, who do you think you are?"