Chapter 176: The Fall of Angels: Sylvus's Wrath

Facing the barrier before him, Kant nodded to the people around him.Immediately, over 80,000 people flew rapidly in all directions, surrounding the entire barrier.

Seeing their actions, Sylvus smiled slightly, not bothered by it. S~eaʀᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

These guys were planning to attack from all sides.

As long as he made a slight mistake, he would lose this game.

Unfortunately, he had no interest in playing any games with them.

His goal was simply to lure all of them into the area of the small shop.

As long as they entered the shop's range, even if 100,000 more people came, they wouldn't be a match for him.

"Attack!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

A few seconds later, Kant shouted softly.

All 80,000 fallen angels unleashed their divine powers, and their mighty energy surged toward the barrier in front of them.

"..."

One after another, their attacks landed on the barrier, causing cracks to form.

This sight brought a look of joy to Kant's eyes, and he couldn't help but glance at Sylvus.

It seemed the opponent had underestimated them, setting up just a casual barrier.

With so many powerful beings attacking together, the barrier quickly started to break apart.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

After about a minute, the barrier finally shattered.

Sylvus's face remained calm. He hadn't wanted to set up this barrier in the first place.

But these guys weren't fools.

If they had entered without facing any resistance, they would have grown suspicious.

Now that the barrier had been broken, it seemed like the result of their collective efforts, reducing any doubts they might have had.

Moreover, with the barrier shattered, they wouldn't have time to think much.

They immediately rushed toward Deced.

As Sylvus had anticipated, once the barrier broke, the 80,000 fallen angels didn't need Kant's command.

They all flew toward Deced at once, knowing that if any one of them touched him, they would win.

And to reach Deced, they each used their unique powers.

Some flew through the sky, some dove underground, preparing for a surprise attack.

Others hid their forms, attempting to approach Deced silently.

But without exception, all 80,000 fallen angels stepped into the small shop's range.

The moment they entered this range, their fate was sealed.

"So many people... let's go with the 'Myriad Sword Convergence.'"

The moment Sylvus finished speaking, the sunflower seeds in the dish beside him flew out swiftly, glowing with spiritual light before disappearing.

"..."

In the next second, under Elena and the others' shocked gazes, a scream rang out.

They saw a single sunflower seed pierce through the forehead of one fallen angel.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

But it wasn't over yet. Hundreds of sunflower seeds, like sharp swords, began flying through the small shop's area.

Wherever they passed, no matter the fallen angel's cultivation level, they couldn't resist and were all slain.

In just three seconds, over a thousand bodies had fallen to the ground, a sight that caused Kant to tremble in fear.

"Hurry, capture him!"

Realizing that Sylvus had acted, Kant didn't dare hesitate.

With a soft shout, he rushed toward Deced.

The other fallen angels also unleashed their full strength, desperately trying to capture Deced.

"Freeze!"

But in the face of their combined assault, Sylvus merely said one word softly.

In the next second, nearly 80,000 fallen angels froze in place.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Immediately after, hundreds of sunflower seeds resumed their slaughter.

Numerous fallen angels perished, and Kant's face turned pale.

"Senior, please, stop! We admit defeat! We'll leave right now! Stop killing!" Kant pleaded anxiously, looking at Sylvus.

He knew they couldn't win this game.

But watching his people being slaughtered before his eyes filled him with deep sorrow.

"Since you've admitted defeat, you should accept the punishment," Sylvus said with a smile.

The sunflower seeds floating in the air exploded once more.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Every second, fallen angels collapsed into pools of blood, their lives extinguished.

In just about two minutes, with the help of hundreds of sunflower seeds, all 80,000 fallen angels were dead.

"They're all dead... all dead..."

Kant looked at the bodies on the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

These were the elite of the fallen angel race, and now they were all wiped out.

And worse, they were all killed by the same person.

Kant stared at Sylvus, his eyes full of hatred...

He knew now that he wouldn't leave here alive.

His desire to kill Sylvus was now stronger than his hatred for the angels and demons.

But unfortunately, he didn't have the strength to carry out his wish.

"..."

In the next second, a sunflower seed sliced across Kant's neck.

He groaned, and a thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

His life force quickly faded, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Devil! You devil! Our fallen angel race will never let you get away with this!"

Rudolph, the only survivor, shouted angrily at Sylvus.

To reach this world, their fallen angel race had sacrificed a lot of manpower and resources.

They had even depleted their own power, all to capture the angels and demons.

But now?

In less than half an hour, 80,000 elite fallen angels had perished here.

Although Rudolph was still alive, he wished he were dead. Watching his people die in front of him was more painful than death itself.

"What's wrong? Can't handle it? Isn't torturing others what you enjoy?" Sylvus said with a smile.

Rudolph remained silent, wanting to end his own life.

But the power binding him wouldn't allow it.

He had always enjoyed tormenting others, but he had never experienced such torment himself.

"Don't worry," Sylvus said calmly. "You'll live. Someone has to return and deliver the news of your fallen angel race's demise."

"K-kill me! Just kill me!"

Rudolph gritted his teeth and shouted.

Let him return to deliver the news?

Wasn't that just another form of torture?

So many of his people died here, and yet he lived.

What face would he have to return with?

Sylvus smiled slightly, ignoring Rudolph, and turned his gaze to the people below the shop.

"You have three days to experience what it's like to whip a Deity-king."

"Thank you, sir!"

The people of the holy city, hearing Sylvus's words, were overjoyed.

Those holding whips began lashing at Rudolph once again.

But at that moment, Rudolph's spirit had already died.

His eyes were empty, staring ahead blankly.

Even as the whips struck his face, he didn't blink.