Due to the appearance of the Divine Domain, the originally smooth-running "Great Hexagonal Battle Formation" immediately collapsed when one of its links failed. Bei Bei even killed a Saint expert at the very first moment the formation broke apart.
"Haha, slaughter to your heart's content!"
Tu Lilei, who cultivated the Path of Destruction, bellowed. Each time his blood-colored curved blade flashed, another Saint expert was cleaved to death.
"Kill!" The five Buck brothers, five great Saint-level Undying Warriors, their faces twisted with fury, roared and swung their massive axes at the nearby Saints.
The undead Holy Grand Mage Sethlor cackled sinisterly, launching soul attacks with one hand while commanding eight Saint-level undead to besiege the Church of Light's pitiful Saint experts with the other. "Die, die... Weren't you always killing heretics? All of you die!"
The fastest among them was undoubtedly Lin Lei.
With a movement of his body, Lin Lei shot toward Lord Fallen Leaf. If anyone in the Church of Light possessed the greatest strength, Lin Lei believed it was this ascetic spiritual leader. The gaunt Lord Fallen Leaf saw Lin Lei flying toward him and immediately retreated in shock and alarm.
"Lord Fallen Leaf, no need to run." Lin Lei's voice echoed within Fallen Leaf's mind.
"Xiu!" An eerie purple light bloomed.
The edges of the purple light even carried a faint greenish-blue hue. Wherever this purple sword light passed, space cracked open into a thin fissure. Countless white light rays shot from Lord Fallen Leaf's body, attempting to entwine the Purple Blood Soft Sword, but the moment they touched the tiny spatial cracks, the white rays instantly collapsed.
"Pu chi!"
Lin Lei's Purple Blood Soft Sword struck directly at Fallen Leaf's head. A thin line appeared across his forehead as though drawn by a thread — the sword passed through his skull, yet his head did not split apart. Only a thin trickle of blood flowed from the center of his forehead.
"Lin... Lin Lei..." Lord Fallen Leaf gazed at Lin Lei. In this moment of death, he recalled the scene from years past when Gilmore had brought Lin Lei to seek him as a master.
Back then, Lord Fallen Leaf had rejected Lin Lei —
"I only teach those who are kind-hearted and pure of soul. And you... your killing intent is too heavy. I will not teach you."
Recalling that scene, bitterness welled in Fallen Leaf's heart.
Killing intent too heavy?
Who could have imagined that he would now die at Lin Lei's hands?
In the next instant, Fallen Leaf's consciousness perished and dissipated!
While Lin Lei's forces were slaughtering the Church of Light's Saint experts, Haiting stood at the gates of the Temple of Light, his entire body trembling with shock. He immediately sent a soul transmission to a white-robed priestess behind him, commanding urgently: "Quick — go and invite Lord Qijita! Quickly!!!"
"Your Holiness." The white-robed priestess within the Temple of Light immediately dashed toward the temple's underground chambers.
Pope Haiting clutched the Holy Scripture, watching the carnage unfold before him, his heart trembling. "Dead... they're dying one by one!" His heart ached. These falling Saint experts were the Church of Light's greatest pillar of support on the Yulan Continent!
Some of these Saints might, in the future, have risen to replace him as the new Pope.
"It's too late — everything is too late!" Haiting's heart was filled with grief and fury.
"But there is still hope!" Haiting gritted his teeth. "As long as Lin Lei is killed, after several hundred years of recovery, my Church of Light will surely become strong again."
Haiting's expression suddenly changed. He cried out: "Fallen Leaf!"
At that very moment, Lord Fallen Leaf's corpse plummeted from the sky.
The instant Lord Fallen Leaf died, of the Church of Light's original thirty-six Saint experts, twenty-eight had already fallen.
Only eight remained!
The speed of slaughter was so terrifying that the Church personnel watching from within the Temple of Light were struck with horror.
"This Lin Lei..." Haiting discovered in shock that Lin Lei had already charged toward Lei Ming. At this moment, Lei Ming and the others had finally broken free from Dilia's "Divine Domain" — after all, this Divine Domain was incomplete and could only suppress them for one or two seconds at most.
"Lin Lei!" Lei Ming could only roar furiously, swinging his staff at Lin Lei with all his might.
Where the staff passed, ripples appeared in space.
"Die," Lin Lei said flatly.
An eerie purple light flashed past the long staff, and it immediately snapped in two. Wherever that eerie purple light passed, a spatial rift flickered into existence and vanished — the rift cut straight through Lei Ming's body, directly splitting his strong, tall frame in two.
Dimensional Slash!
The sword shadow quivered, and Lei Ming's head burst apart.
Lin Lei turned his head to gaze at Haiting in the distance.
"Haiting — now it's your turn." Lin Lei's voice resounded between heaven and earth like a peal of thunder.
With Lei Ming and Fallen Leaf both dead, the remaining Church of Light Saints were mostly at the early or mid Saint stage. Against supreme powerhouses like Tu Lilei, De Sili, Bei Bei, and the rest, they didn't even have the strength to resist.
In mere seconds, all thirty-six of the Church of Light's Saint experts perished. Not a single one managed to escape.
"Haiting — what's the matter? Now you only dare to hide inside the Temple of Light, cowering beneath the 'Glory of the Lord of Light' defensive formation?" Lin Lei stood in midair, the dripping Purple Blood Soft Sword in hand, looking down at the visibly terrified Pope Haiting below.
Once upon a time...
In Fenn City, the youthful Lin Lei had sought to kill the King of the Fenlei Kingdom, Clyde, for revenge. At that time, Pope Haiting had also stood in midair, toying with Lin Lei as though he were a puppet in the palm of his hand.
The Temple of Light still held several hundred Church personnel, but they couldn't even flee now!
The surviving Holy Island was surrounded by the ocean. To escape, one would have to fly across the boundless sea. But they had no ability to fly. Even among them were Wind System Grand Mages, but with such pitiful flying speeds, attempting to escape under the watchful eyes of over thirty Saint-level experts on Lin Lei's side — including the Saint-level undead — was simply impossible!