“Crack!”
Yangluo, a spider with a human face, had her huge body frozen by the extreme cold divine power and shattered into tiny ice crystals.
"He is extremely poisonous. It is not appropriate to take his power into your body."
On Bingying's altar, Han Yi was still using his divine power to continuously eliminate the remaining power in Yangluo's body.
Youkui's magical powers were revealed, letting him know that Pang Jian possessed the secret technique of gaining the power of other gods through their death.
He knew something about Yangluo and knew that Yangluo's divine power was full of corrosive power. He was afraid that Pang Jian would rashly absorb it and then suffer backlash, so he simply destroyed Yangluo's body as much as possible.
Seeing that Pang Jian did not object, he said with joy in his icy eyes: "I didn't expect that you could actually kill Yang Luo."
In that unknown star, Pang Jian single-handedly killed Youkui of the ghost clan. It can be said that he relied on the thunder pool and the source demon, and there was an element of trickery involved.
—Yingyue thinks so anyway.
But this time, Pang Jian didn't even take out the terrifying thunder pool, nor did he use any magical weapon.
He simply used the profound avenue he had comprehended and the secret art of the soul mastered by Youkui to first absorb Yangluo's soul, and then blasted it to pieces with blazing thunder.
This battle was enough to prove Pang Jian's true strength, which was at least at the middle god level.
This made Han Yi feel extremely surprised, and he was much happier than if his own strength had grown.
"Before..." Pang Jian tried to explain.
Han Yi smiled, shook her head and said, "You don't have to explain. I'm not stupid. The divine thunder you used to knock me down and the thunder you used to hit Yang Luo are not at the same level of power at all."
Pang Jian smiled faintly and said, "Will it cause you trouble if you show up and shatter His godhead? When I was still in the Thunder Prison, Yingyue was worried that you would do something stupid, so she took the risk to warn me."
Han Yi's bright eyes were fixed on his face, and she was slow to speak.
After a long while, the goddess Han Jing lowered her head shyly and said, "So you can laugh, too. You look very pretty when you laugh. This is the first time you've smiled at me."
His silence was intoxicated by Pang Jian's first smile.
But His words made Pang Jian fall silent.
Many years ago, another woman said the same thing, saying that he looked very good when he smiled and that he should smile more often.
That woman is now the most feared figure of the human race in Purgatory. She is the object of Yangluo's sworn loyalty until death, and she is also an existence that neither Zimo nor Hemotian dare to provoke.
The words he said were probably long forgotten, overwhelmed by the memories after waking up.
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
Han Yi moved the Bingying Divine Platform, took off Yangluo's space ring, and then used divine power to sink Yangluo's smaller body.
As he did these things, he said, "Yangluo is not Youkui. He is loyal to that master. He was accepted for a very short time and did not even have the opportunity to meet that master's true body."
Pang Jian didn't answer what he was thinking about, so Han Yi didn't ask any further questions and just continued talking to herself.
"Yangluo's soul should not have any connection with that person, so his death will not cause any problems."
"I even found the Shadow Divine Stone. Don't worry, I will be fine."
Goddess Han Jing's crystal clear eyes showed tenderness, and she suddenly said, "Pang Jian, thank you for what you have done for me."
His affection was not artificial but genuine.
"But I don't know why, I just feel differently about you. I just want you to know that in the starry sky outside the strange fog, there is a woman who will always miss you."
"Pang Jian, please live well. If possible, respond to me occasionally."
Han Yi took out Yangluo's space ring and prepared to throw it over.
"I don't need this." Pang Jian shook his head, thought for a moment and said, "My true body and I in Purgatory can be connected with each other through space wonders. In the Thunder Prison or in the strange fog, I can return to Purgatory. You don't have to worry about my safety."
"So, don't do stupid things anymore, and don't mix with those gods and try to save me in the future."
"I don't need it."
"call out!"
After he finished speaking, Pang Jian, surrounded by colorful divine light, flew towards the Thunder Prison again.
Han Yi, with her divine body as icy and jade-like as a glow, watched Pang Jian go away, until he disappeared from her sight.
Then, he said softly: "You are worried about me, I know."
A sweet smile appeared on his lips, and he wiped off the traces of the battle happily. Then he followed the connection with Mingyue and flew out of the sea of fog.
As soon as he left the strange fog, he took out the crystal card and said in a divine voice: "Yingyue, he smiled at me."
The Moon Goddess's terrified secret voice rang out from the crystal card: "You met him again? Where are you? I told him not to step out of the Thunder Prison!"
"Damn it! If you keep seeing each other this often, something bad will happen sooner or later!"
"Han Yi, we have obtained Galactus, and all previous losses can be compensated. We even have a chance to help you get rid of that person's bondage. What other reasons do you have to see him?"
Yingyue's tone was filled with anger.
"I just want to see him and get in touch with him, that's the reason." Han Yi's eyes were filled with smiles. After thinking for a while, he said, "Yangluo is dead. Yingyue, you are not quite right. He really has the power to kill a middle-level god alone. I saw it with my own eyes!"
"He killed him himself?" Yingyue was shocked. "Without your help? Did you leave any traces? When you did it, were there other gods nearby?"
The Moon Goddess asked questions anxiously.
"He was the one who killed her. I only gave her a little help at the end to shatter her godhood." Han Yi's face was full of pride as he transmitted the message. He said, "Just think about it. He can kill a mid-level god like Yang Luo right now. After a while, after a few more years, will he be able to possess the combat power of a high-level god?"
"What exactly do you want to say?" Yingyue was shocked and confused.
"If his future power can surpass that of high-level gods and reach the level of a master, can the troubles currently faced by the human race in Purgatory be resolved? When he becomes so powerful that the gods find it difficult to deal with him, will the gods choose to accept the human race and choose to accept him?" Han Yi asked seriously.
Yingyue sneered: "You are really good at dreaming."
He understood what Han Yi was fantasizing about, but he poured cold water on her without hesitation: "As far as I know, among the strong men of the human race who attacked the Temple of the Gods, there was one whose power was close to that of the Lord. In the end, the first one to die was the strongest man of the human race."
"At a time when the gods are extremely afraid of the human race, they will not allow another true god of the human race to reach that level of power."
"So, stop having unrealistic fantasies."
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(End of this chapter)