Chapter 1033: Chapter 1035: Hell Whip Kick

Seeing Wen Wen’s move, Baylor hurriedly stopped his actions. He was a Holy Knight who had just reached the Upper Order Realm.

The combat of a Holy Knight relies on a sturdy body enhanced by Holy Power, so their study of close combat techniques is unparalleled by most Demon Hunters.

Thus, even with his fast speed, he could stop in time, avoiding being tripped by Wen Wen’s sweeping kick.

However, a move integrated into Wen Wen’s Gui Wu Dao could never be just an ordinary sweeping kick. His leg was wrapped in a red and black Qi force, creating a strange suction force.

Baylor, who had just stopped and hadn’t steadied himself, was directly pulled over by Wen Wen’s leg and tripped to the ground.

Baylor quickly reacted, supporting himself with his arms on the ground, and with a strong twist, his two legs spun like a windmill.

But how could Wen Wen be hit by such a move? He spun around and delivered another Hellish Sweeping Kick. This time, it struck Baylor’s hand, causing him to fall face-first into the ground.

Then Wen Wen tapped the tip of his foot, leaping slightly, and delivered a chopping kick downward.

If this kick had landed solidly, Baylor would have lost his combat capability, but Wen Wen’s foot was blocked by a white shield, whose owner was a tall Archangel with six arms and six pairs of wings.

Purifying Angel!

Baylor stood behind the Purifying Angel and sensibly moved to the side, realizing he was no match for Wen Wen and naturally wouldn’t seek trouble further.

“I didn’t expect to meet you here…” the Purifying Angel’s expression twisted with displeasure upon seeing Wen Wen; they were old enemies.

Wen Wen picked his nose, and the Purifying Angel instinctively covered his mouth and nose, fearing that Wen Wen might flick it toward him.

“I didn’t expect to encounter you either. Previously, for various reasons, our battles always ended without resolution… Let’s end it thoroughly this time.”

The Purifying Angel’s various arms manifested different weapons: a spear, a giant sword, a rapier, a hammer, an axe, and a shield, a thick armor materialized on his body as well.

“Come on, I’ve long wanted to have a fair fight with you!”

“Fair?” Wen Wen sneered, “Who wants to be fair with you?”

Wen Wen drew the Blood River Sword, with Sinful Force surging around him, slashing numerous Sword Qi at the Purifying Angel.

Sword Qi Burst Stream!

The Purifying Angel snorted coldly, “Tricks of the trade!”

The hand holding the shield stretched forward, and the shield instantly expanded several times, enveloping his entire body.

The chaotic Sword Qi struck the hard shield, emitting a harsh sound, and the wave of energy collision caused the surrounding air to tremble violently, bending streetlamps, fracturing the ground, and causing cracks to appear on the walls.

To ensure his own safety, Baylor took a few steps back.

Although the Purifying Angel would try to protect him, in a battle of this level, he might not be able to act in time.

But before Baylor could retreat to a safe distance, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, almost making him faint.

He endured the intense pain, trying to turn around to see who was attacking him, only to be punched on the temple, the blow carrying speckled shadows, causing him to fall into unconsciousness immediately.

Upon reopening his eyes, Baylor found himself deep in a disordered morgue, turned into a petite figure weak as a chicken.

Messy footsteps echoed in the silent morgue, and Baylor instinctively felt fear.

This fear wasn’t generated by him but was the body’s instinct. His original body could easily tear apart the outside creatures, but now he could only shiver.

A monster from outside held a bunch of keys and tried each lock tremblingly like someone with Parkinson’s.

Baylor was extremely nervous, glancing around and then lying on the cold autopsy bed, covering himself with a white cloth, hoping the monster outside wouldn’t notice him.

The door still creaked open by the monster, and Baylor held his breath, imagining he was a dead person.

The monster walked to Baylor’s side, and through the white cloth, Baylor saw the monster’s figure, a faceless man in a black suit.

The faceless man chose a corpse next to Baylor, and a crack appeared on the blank face, turning into a terrifying big mouth, ferociously devouring the corpse.

The devoured corpse emitted a piercing scream, struggling violently, the pig-like squeals raising Baylor’s hackles.

Was that corpse, like him, merely hiding in the autopsy bed?

Or was he, like that corpse, merely a corpse? Otherwise, why was there just an empty bed here…

Baylor had already forgotten he was a powerful Holy Knight and was engulfed in endless fear.

The Landas Ghost Shadow grabbed Baylor’s body with one hand and tossed him aside like trash, then stared fiercely at the Purifying Angel.

Not only was the Landas Ghost Shadow there, but on the other side of the Purifying Angel was the smirking Xue Jiuyi.

Wen Wen never intended to fight the Purifying Angel fairly; he planned from the beginning to outnumber him.

The Purifying Angel was a veteran True-order Master. Even with Wen Wen’s strength, it would be extremely challenging, if not impossible, to take him down alone.

And due to the Cup of Divine Blood, everyone’s positions had been exposed. If Wen Wen couldn’t quickly deal with the Purifying Angel, that guy with the Holy Beast named Hosta might come along as well.

At that time, Wen Wen would be in an absolutely disadvantageous position!

Seeing the other two True Sequence individuals, the Purifying Angel’s face darkened, and all six arms moved simultaneously, launching six different attacks at Wen Wen and his two companions.

Then his main body, wings moved, soared straight into the sky.

The situation was clearly unwinnable for him now; why stay to get beaten?

Several large blood-red hands quickly rose from the ground, forming a net in the sky. When Wen Wen called out the Landas Ghost Shadow and Xue Jiuyi, he didn’t plan to let the Purifying Angel escape!

Wen Wen flashed below the Purifying Angel, swiftly swinging his sword at the one in mid-air, instantly unleashing the Sword of Intent!

Sword Qi filled with mysterious aura cleaved towards the space between the Purifying Angel’s legs.

Recalling the time when he was possessed by Yan Xiu, the cut from Wen Wen’s Blade of Contamination, the Purifying Angel instinctively closed his legs, using all the weapons to block Wen Wen’s Sword of Intent.

But because of this, he overlooked the blood-red hands from above, being harshly pressed into the ground by several enormous palms.

The blood-red hands were powerful and forceful, embedding the Purifying Angel ten meters underground, leaving him extremely bedraggled.