From Godhood to the Heavens

With the vampire prince's life-or-death cooperation, Rahu appeared, bringing with him a cataclysmic disaster that cast a shadow over the hearts of countless people.

Then they took concrete actions to gather the black energy and seize its share.

Fang Ping's side is in a much more troublesome situation. His righteous energy is even more dispersed, and he cannot gather it back through killing.

Otherwise, they would simply go towards the dark energy and annihilate and devour the dark creatures at lightning speed.

Meanwhile, on the other side, with Luo Hou gone, Fang Ping was not idle either, putting on a new round of performances.

As Fang Ping unleashed that sword strike, standing tall in the sky, a strange and inexplicable feeling welled up inside him.

If he so desired and possessed sufficient righteousness, that illusory Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique might truly be able to split a planet in two.

However, Fang Ping quickly suppressed the thought and, as he fell downwards, threw down the Nija mask, instructing the Dark Warrior to give it to Rahu.

Fang Ping headed towards the city center, looking at the people who had already been purified after the death of the vampire prince, and who were gradually regaining consciousness.

Those who are seriously injured, or even torn apart, have absolutely no chance of surviving.

Fang Ping looked at the righteous mage who had suffered heavy casualties, his white hair fluttering in the wind as he fell into the crowd, his eyes filled with sorrow, and he sighed softly.

"You've all worked hard!"

A righteous monk, his face filled with sorrow, looked at his fellow disciples who had already lost their breath and said bitterly, "We are powerless, allowing evil spirits to run rampant, yet we have no power to subdue them."

"Many thanks to the Sword Immortal for saving the people!"

Fang Ping looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in Taoist robes in front of him, reached out to help the man up from his bent back, and quickly said, "How can we blame you all?"

It's a pity there's no way to bring the dead back to life...

Someone else spoke up: "The dead cannot be brought back to life, so how can you blame the sword immortal? If it weren't for the sword immortal's great benevolence and righteousness, the mortal world would probably have already fallen into chaos!"

Looking at Fang Ping's white hair, the man felt a pang of sorrow. He shook his head gently and then fell silent.

Fang Ping thought for a moment, then said, "With my upright character, I wish to pray for you all!"

As he spoke, he raised two fingers together, forming a sword finger, and the flying sword soared into the air, circling continuously, while he silently chanted.

A gentle breeze stirred, and the floating clouds moved with it, slowly enveloping everyone's heads. After an unknown amount of time, raindrops began to fall, covering an area of ​​about a hundred meters around them.

Each raindrop was distinct, as if appearing out of thin air, falling upon everyone.

A person lay on the ground with his lips slightly parted, raindrops falling into his mouth. After only a few breaths, he slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if his originally old and tired body had gained a new vitality.

Soon more people noticed this and couldn't help but tilt their heads back, open their mouths, and let the raindrops fall into their mouths. A sweet sensation instantly flooded their throats, and they immediately felt the pain disappear and their bodies seem to have recovered a lot.

After charging through the enemy lines and breaking the formation, several of them, though unharmed, had exhausted their magical power and righteous energy, making them no different from ordinary people, or even weaker and more difficult to control. This shower of sweet dew immediately restored most of their strength.

Only after pulling the vast majority of people back from the brink of death did Fang Ping's righteous aura completely retract into his body, as if it had been exhausted.

Then, with a stumble, the flying sword fell from the sky, and a gentle force supported Fang Ping, preventing him from falling.

Similarly, the sweet dew also disappeared. Fang Ping took the opportunity to grab the sword hilt, pressed his finger on a common gem, and looked at the energy drink, adrenaline and other beverages inside, which were almost half consumed. He couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Although it may seem like he no longer needs it, it is not entirely useless.

After all, restoring based on a percentage is a bit unreasonable for game items, similar to synthesizers, just not as obviously so.

As the sky returned to normal and the sun shone on the earth again, the vampires in the city who had been transformed also returned to normal and slowly got up. Although they were somewhat weak, they had not completely lost their memories.

Military forces and various media outlets began to flood into the city, with helicopters arriving one after another, densely packed, even more than those previously deployed to the battle.

This catastrophe now appears to be more than just a matter for one country.

The terrifying creature that the monster summoned before its death, even if only a scale or a claw was revealed, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a mountain.

A mere vampire prince was able to wipe out an entire army. Modern weapons were rendered useless, and even the most destructive nuclear bombs vanished without a trace.

So what about the even more powerful one he summoned before he died?

That long list of names, various gods, lords, kings, and ancestors—if they were just simple beings, I'm afraid no one in the world would believe them.

They needed to have enough countermeasures, and before they knew it, the ironclad rule that magic could counter magic had quietly spread.

At the same time, they had too many questions, even though magic was not a secret among the upper class and there were even legends about it circulating all over the world.

The vast majority of these have been confirmed, but this is the only time it has caused such a huge uproar, spread so widely, and even reached the eyes of every ordinary person, and been confirmed with such unparalleled clarity.

The military wanted to intercept them, but in the previous battles, they were almost completely crippled and rendered useless, and the remaining troops were unable to establish a proper encirclement.

Moreover, those helicopters that came were accompanied not only by various media outlets but also by embassies of major countries around the world. How could they possibly be stopped?

They had no choice but to give up completely. Some of them were so desperate that they even landed directly overhead before the helicopter had come to a complete stop.

Then, wearing high heels, holding a microphone, and followed by the cameraman, she ran towards the crowd.

Before I even got close, the microphone was already handed to me, along with a question: "Excuse me, could you please explain what happened earlier?"

Is it possible that the demon king, the lord of darkness, the ruler of hell, the god of vampires, and the demon ancestor Rahu, summoned by that vampire before his death, could overthrow the human world?

Do you have the confidence to protect humanity?

Fang Ping frowned slightly and slowly said, "Darkness is encroaching on the human world, but that vampire prince is the closest to success."

Good and evil cannot coexist; slaying demons and eliminating evil is the duty of us sword cultivators!

No matter how powerful the darkness, even if it costs me my life, I will never compromise!