However, Mo Gong still needed to imitate the strength of the Cataclysm Prison, causing the force he resisted to be slightly weaker, giving the Cicada Ancestor the illusion that it could win.
But as Mo Gong became more adept at imitation, his defense became increasingly strong, and the shockwaves from his defense alone caused the Cicada Ancestor to bleed.
Although the Cicada Ancestor fought more courageously, it was futile. Its massive claws were covered with serrations made of Holy Power, rotating like chainsaws, allowing it to exert tremendous power even in close combat.
Yet these claws never touched Mo Gong’s body. Just as they were about to strike, a massive force would rebound them, spreading the momentum around and causing the ground to continuously cave in.
After being a punching bag for a while, Mo Gong got slightly bored.
For other Catastrophes facing an opponent like the Cicada Ancestor, it would not be unwinnable, but it would definitely be troublesome to some extent.
But in Mo Gong’s case, it was absolutely non-existent. Mo Gong finally took his hand out of his sleeve, his wrist slightly rotating, and a dark power gathered in his hand.
The Cicada Ancestor looked frenzied, the hatred of having most of its power stripped away was something no strong one could forget.
Just before charging at Mo Gong, the Cicada Ancestor turned, positioning its tail towards Mo Gong, with its monstrous mouth wide open.
This was a new ability developed by the Cicada Ancestor to counter the Sanctuary’s power. Once this move hit, the Man in Black Robe, even being a Catastrophe, couldn’t ignore this power.
But Mo Gong still had no intention of dodging, merely reaching out his hand towards the mouth.
"Magic Killing Method... Mighty Gun!"
Black energy, like a long black energy rifle, suddenly shot out from Mo Gong’s hand.
The large mouth behind the Cicada Ancestor’s tail consumed this power, but before it could even neutralize it, the power was already piercing through.
This long rifle struck the wall set up by the Old Priest, lingering for a few seconds, then causing cracks to form, flying far away.
Upon reaching a certain height, it arced downwards, flying straight into the Saint Sophie Cathedral.
After landing, the long rifle transformed into a huge black cross a hundred meters high, engulfing everything within the cathedral.
The original entrance to the Glory Church here was also completely destroyed.
The Old Priest, who was watching from the side, took a step forward, wanting to reason with Mo Gong, but ultimately retracted his step, sighing helplessly.
Jin Kela, watching from within the Sanctuary, softly grumbled under her breath.
"I did say it, but you didn’t listen, so don’t blame me."
"Mo Gong has never been fond of the Glory Church, and he likes a grand spectacle when fighting."
"You might get dragged down by him."
Wen Wen turned to look in the direction of Saint Sophie Cathedral, then turned his head back with a grim expression, knowing that his grudge with the Glory Church just got bigger.
But this time it really had nothing to do with him...
If someone from the Glory Church came asking, Wen Wen would absolutely not admit he had any ties to the Sanctuary...
Gazing at the devastation of Saint Sophie Cathedral, Mo Gong laughed happily and threw several more punches.
Each punch released a long gun, flying far away, each in a different direction, with some curving halfway through.
These streams of black energy shot out like cruise missiles.
The Old Priest tried his best to block some of them but quickly gave up on that attempt.
All these attacks landed accurately within the Holy City, inside some of the Glory Church’s iconic buildings, hitting wherever the creator’s aura was thickest.
Before the attacks landed, a mysterious force would expel everyone inside, leaving no life harmed.
It’s hard to say that Mo Gong’s actions weren’t deliberate.
Within a certain cathedral, a grand aura transformed one of the black crosses to platinum, as the Pope, dressed in a splendid red-and-gold robe, flew out furiously.
"No matter who you are, from this moment, you are an enemy of the Glory Church, and we will..."
Several more black rifles fell, striking the Pope, knocking him hundreds of meters underground.
The Pope’s crown cracked, his robe torn, even the divine artifact staff in his hand with intense Holy Power showed cracks, but the Pope himself was not heavily harmed.
Yet, looking at his equipment, his face twisted in distress. How painful!
Anger filled his nerves, but he hesitated to step forward, instead scurrying back through a passage to the sanctuary.
The previous attack made him realize the terror of this newcomer, and since there were no casualties, it’s better to let this go, as it could demonstrate the Glory Church’s magnanimity.
Well, actually, he was just scared.
Just like how the Cicada Ancestor could absolutely crush Wen Wen and others, Mo Gong, though only restored to an ordinary Catastrophe Level, had an insurmountable power gap with normal Catastrophe Levels.
After being hit a few times, any sane-minded Pope wouldn’t dare to bother Mo Gong again.
After wildly unleashing a dozen attacks, Mo Gong relaxed his shoulders, exhaled a soothing breath, and glanced proudly at Wen Wen, as if seeking credit.
’See, after my hard work, I finally defeated the Cicada Ancestor.’
Wen Wen looked at the ravaged Holy City, almost coughing up blood. Are you sure you were really working hard to fight the Cicada Ancestor and not taking the chance to wreak havoc in the Holy City?
After Mo Gong’s barrage of attacks, the Cicada Ancestor weakly fell from the sky, confusion hard to dispel in its eyes. Why was this guy so strong? And if he was so strong, why did he secretly escape after absorbing its strength last time?
However, even with its body riddled with wounds, the Cicada Ancestor was far from dead. Being a former Spiritual Realm God, its physical resilience was top-notch.
Plus, Mo Gong’s dozen attacks weren’t targeting it, so the attacks just passed through its body without being lethal.
A profound fear gripped the Cicada Ancestor’s heart. Reflecting on its experiences, grief overwhelmed it. Ever since meeting that Archangel, it was first nailed to the cross for two thousand years, then drained of its power, descending below the ’God Realm’, and now beaten to a pulp.
Mysterious forces emanated from the Cicada Ancestor, prompting a soft "eh" from Mo Gong.
Black energy flowed in his hand, forming a black long blade.
"Magic Killing Method—Godslaying Knife!"
But he took another distant glance, lightly curled his lip, dissipated the knife in his hand, and simply tossed aside the Cicada Ancestor’s battered body.
Before its body could hit the ground, the Cicada Ancestor became ethereal, quietly floating in mid-air, as if it had died. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on NoveI-Fire.ɴet