Ange's strength only increased by leaps and bounds after the arrival of the little ghost and the little sapling.
The little ghost brought him a steady stream of divine power, the little sapling gave him a strong body that could withstand any changes, and the Divine Tree of All Realms could support the existence of all realms.
I saw Ange's body quickly turning purple, transforming into a mourning skeleton, and then a bright light flashed.
"Feti's flash! When will the dead skeleton transform into Feti!?" Negus was shocked.
Feti's flash is a skill that compresses the space in front of him. It compresses a hundred meters of space into five meters, and then passes through it, creating an illusion of instant teleportation. However, it is not actually teleportation. If there is something blocking the front, it will It will hit you directly.
Ange directly hit the place where the phantom collapsed, knocking the already crumbling phantom into even more pieces. Even his right arm was smashed into those fragments and he grabbed it fiercely.
"Eh? Ah? Ah? Ah -!" The phantom's voice came from the debris area, from doubt, to surprise, to shock, to screaming, showing the ups and downs of his mood like jumping off a building, and finally violently Once earned.
Ange's body was pulled forward, as if he was about to be dragged in.
The soul flame on his body swelled up. Ange thrust his other left hand forward and inserted it into the broken area, grabbing the phantom. He even pushed his head forward and reached in with his entire upper body. The phantom struggled to drag out.
He pushed back hard and his head came out. He arched his back and his shoulders came out. He lunged back and his arms came out. He was still holding on to the phantom tightly.
The calmness and disdain of that phantom had completely disappeared, replaced by panic. He never expected that someone could forcefully pull him out of the broken void.
Not to mention the shearing force of the space, a metal rod inserted into the crack in the space can break the iron rod the moment it closes. Ange directly thrust his upper body in, and it was like holding the shear of the space. Che Li came to pull him.
Not to mention that Ange's hands were like some kind of powerful restraint, grabbing him firmly and dragging him out steadily.
The shadow panicked and smashed Ange's palm, but it couldn't be smashed. He subconsciously tried to break it off, but it couldn't be broken anymore. Seeing himself being dragged out of the Shattered Void, he couldn't help but cry out in anxiety:
"Let me go, don't, I'm sorry, I just said the wrong thing, it's my fault, I'm sorry, let me go, I apologize, I apologize, let me go, let me go."
The shadow cried and shouted, but Ange turned a deaf ear and dragged it bit by bit.
The shadow was dragged out of the broken space bit by bit. He struggled, clasping his hands and feet, holding himself up against the broken edge, just like a kobold who was about to be thrown out, trying to open the door. A feeble struggle.
Unfortunately, it had no effect at all, so he finally had to shout: "Help!!".
Almost at the moment he shouted for help, Ange felt his hands tighten, and a huge force surged in, dragging the shadow back a little.
Xuying was refreshed, and using this sudden huge force as a fulcrum, he struggled back bit by bit, trying to break away from Ange's hands.
It was Ange's turn to be dragged towards the broken space bit by bit.
Ange stared at him angrily, and Xuying became emboldened and shouted with all his strength: "Let me go, damn Maomao God, let go! Let go! Get away wherever you come from, stare, believe it or not, I will Do you have eyes...no eyeballs?"
Ange shouted with all his strength: "Ouch!"
The sapling slowly unfolded, the true leaves stretched hard, and the entire roots twisted at the same time.
On the surface, the sapling does not seem to have changed much, but if you look along its roots, you can see that a large number of roots have penetrated the space and firmly anchored itself in this space.
The little ghost also emerged from Ange's finger, blinked his eyes, and followed Ange's arm upwards. Like flowing holy light, it quickly wrapped around Ange's upper body and struggled to drag it back.
The shadow that had been dragged into the broken space was immediately dragged out bit by bit.
You dragged me, you dragged me, the two sides fell into a wrestling state. The shadow suddenly discovered something bad. He became the center of the wrestling. Two huge forces acted on him, and soon he was It was beyond his ability to bear.
"Ah! Let it go, let it go, let it go, it's cracked, it's cracked! It hurts! It hurts! Let me go!" Phantom howled miserably.
Xuying never thought that someone could 'catch' him. A being like him could break even the space and travel through it without hindrance.
It was supposed to be a simple matter, just light a few fires and run away from the Shattered Void. Unexpectedly, he was grabbed and dragged out of the Shattered Void.
Just drag him out. The opponent's hands seem to have some kind of restriction. If you grab him, he can't break away. He can't even survive with his arms broken.
And the one who called for help is even more stupid. You are pulling him, why are you pulling me? The person who called you for help is not here to tug of war!
So the strength of both sides pulled up the river with the phantom as the midpoint. The pain was so painful that the phantom seemed to be broken, and he screamed miserably: "Lochma, let go, let go, I don't need you to save, let me go, I don't need you to save, it's going to split." Cracked, cracked..."
The shadow was torn in half, and the screams stopped abruptly.
Unable to hold back, Ange rolled back violently, and when he pounced forward again, the shattered void had disappeared.
Only half of the phantom was pulled out. After being pulled into two halves, the phantom lost its ability to maintain its shape and slowly shrank into a ball in Ange's hand.
Ange trembled, but the half-phantom figure showed no reaction at all. He was so dead that he couldn't die any more.
"You're going to die like this? This guy dares to call you Mao Mao God?" Negus flew over and sneered.
Anthony also flew over and said quickly: "It's all over. My lord used a small sapling to anchor the space, and used the little ghost to exert force. The combined force tore him apart. Let's not talk about it for now. My lord, those fires can't be extinguished. It will be burned to ashes, and if this continues, the food in God's Domain will be burned clean."
Ange stretched out his hand and wiped it on the phantom - searching for souls. He threw the remaining phantoms to the little ghosts to eat, and then quickly came to the food pile.
The fire was not an ordinary fire. It could not be extinguished by water or mud. Instead, it spread very quickly. In just a short moment, one-tenth of the surface area was overfired.
"What he is shouting is the Immortal Fire. There should be some kind of divine flame. If we can't find the power to restrain it, we can only use stronger divine power to neutralize it. Try using holy light to see if it works." Negus suggested.
Ange shook his head and did not accept Negus's suggestion. Instead, he raised his hand to condense water droplets and wet the place where the fire was.
But water cannot extinguish this kind of flame. On the contrary, when it is moistened, the flame spreads faster.
However, watering was not to extinguish the fire. At the same time, Ange stepped hard on his footprints, and the soaked grain immediately sprouted germs and grew wildly.
The power of growth instantly overshadowed the power of the immortal fire. Almost as soon as the grain sprouted, the immortal fire was extinguished, and Ange quickly kicked off the quick-death halo.
Looking at the grain with green and white sprouts, Negus said with a grimace: "Great, we have malt to eat."