Mo Gong, however, needed to mimic the power of the cataclysm狱监, which slightly weakened his resistance, giving the Cicada Ancestor the illusion of victory.
But as Mo Gong’s imitation became more proficient, his defense grew stronger. The mere shockwaves from his defense caused blood to seep from the Cicada Ancestor’s body.
Although the Cicada Ancestor fought with increasing ferocity, it was to no avail. Its massive claws were covered with serrations made of Holy Power. These serrations, rotating like chainsaws, allowed it to exert great strength even in close combat.
Yet, these claws never touched Mo Gong’s body. As they were about to hit him, they would be repelled by a colossal force. The released power would spread outwards, causing the ground to continuously sink.
After being a punching bag for a while, Mo Gong grew a little tired of it.
Facing an opponent like the Cicada Ancestor, other cataclysms might find it troublesome, though not necessarily unbeatable.
But such things were absolutely nonexistent before Mo Gong. Mo Gong finally took his hand out of his sleeve. With a slight twist of his wrist, a dark, ink-like power condensed in his hand.
The Cicada Ancestor appeared frenzied, the hatred of having most of its power stripped away was something no strong being could forget.
Just as it was about to charge at Mo Gong, the Cicada Ancestor shifted its body, pointing its tail at Mo Gong, its monstrous maw opening wide.
This was a new ability the Cicada Ancestor had developed to counter the power of the Containment Facility. If this move landed, even if this black-robed figure was a cataclysm, it would not be able to ignore this power.
But Mo Gong still had no intention of dodging. He merely extended his hand in the direction of the maw.
“Demon Execution Art – Spear of Might!”
The black power, like a black energy spear, suddenly shot out from Mo Gong’s hand.
The Cicada Ancestor’s tail maw took the brunt of this power, but before it could neutralize it, it was directly pierced by the force.
The spear struck the wall erected by the old priest. After a few seconds of stalemate, it cracked and flew far away.
Upon reaching a certain height, it fell in a parabolic trajectory, flying straight into Saint Sophie’s Cathedral.
After landing, the spear transformed into a colossal black cross, a hundred meters tall, engulfing everything within the cathedral.
The entrance to the Glorious Church, which was originally located here, was also completely destroyed.
The old priest, who was spectating from the side, took a step forward, intending to argue with Mo Gong, but ultimately retracted his step and sighed helplessly.
Jin Ke La, watching from within the Containment Facility, pouted and mumbled.
“I said it, but you didn’t listen, so you can’t blame me.”
“Mo Gong has always been unhappy with the Glorious Church, and he likes grand spectacles when he fights.”
“You might be screwed over by him.”
Wen Wen turned his head to look in the direction of Saint Sophie’s Cathedral, then turned his head back woodenly, his expression turning grim. Now the feud between him and the Glorious Church was even bigger.
But this time, it really had nothing to do with him…
If anyone from the Glorious Church were to ask, Wen Wen would absolutely deny any connection to the Containment Facility… Sudan Novel Network.
Gazing at the devastation of Saint Sophie’s Cathedral, Mo Gong smiled happily, and then threw about a dozen more punches.
Each punch sent a spear flying, in different directions. Some even veered mid-flight.
These streams of black energy flew out like cruise missiles.
The old priest tried his best to block some of them but soon gave up.
All these attacks landed precisely within the Holy City, targeting iconic structures of the Glorious Church, places where the Creator’s aura was strong.
Before the attacks landed, a mysterious power would push everyone inside away, not harming a single life.
It was hard to say that Mo Gong’s actions were not intentional.
From within a grand cathedral, a magnificent aura emerged, transforming a black cross into gold and white. The Pope, clad in a resplendent red and gold robe, flew out furiously.
“Whoever you are, from this moment on, you are an enemy of the Glorious Church, we will…”
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Several more black spears descended, striking the Pope consecutively and sending him plummeting hundreds of meters underground.
The crown on the Pope’s head cracked, his robes were torn, and the divine scepter in his hand, imbued with strong Holy Power, also showed cracks. As for the Pope himself, he wasn’t too badly injured.
But when he looked at his equipment, his face contorted with pain. He felt the sting of loss!
Anger surged through his nerves, but he hesitated for a long time before moving. Instead, he sheepishly retreated through a passage back to the holy land.
The previous attack made him realize the terror of his opponent. Since no lives were taken, it was best to let him go, which would demonstrate the magnanimity of the Glorious Church.
Alright, the truth was, he was just scared.
Just as the Cicada Ancestor could exert absolute crushing power over Wen Wen and the others, Mo Gong, although he had only recovered to a normal cataclysmic level, possessed an insurmountable power gap between himself and a regular cataclysmic entity.
After being struck a few times, as long as the Pope’s mind was intact, he would absolutely never dare to provoke Mo Gong again.
After unleashing about a dozen moves, Mo Gong stretched his shoulders and let out a relaxed sigh, glancing triumphantly at Wen Wen, as if seeking praise.
‘See, after my efforts, I finally defeated the Cicada Ancestor.’
Wen Wen looked at the devastated Holy City and almost spat blood. Are you sure you were really putting in effort to fight the Cicada Ancestor, and not using the fight as an opportunity to wreak havoc in the Holy City?
After Mo Gong’s flurry of attacks, the Cicada Ancestor fell powerlessly from the sky. Its eyes were filled with unresolvable confusion. Why was this guy so strong? If he was so strong, why did he sneak away last time after absorbing his power?
However, even though it was battered and bruised, the Cicada Ancestor was not dead. After all, it had once been a spirit realm god, and its physical resilience was top-notch.
Furthermore, as Mo Gong’s numerous attacks had not targeted it, they had merely passed through its body without causing death.
A profound fear welled up in the Cicada Ancestor’s heart. Recalling its past encounters, it was filled with sorrow. Ever since it met that Great Angel, it had been crucified for two thousand years, then drained of its power, reduced to below the ‘Divine Realm,’ and now it was battered and bruised.
Mysterious and profound power radiated from the Cicada Ancestor, causing Mo Gong to exclaim softly.
The black power flowed in his hand, transforming into a black long saber.
“Demon Execution Art – Godslayer Saber!”
But he took another look from a distance, a slight curve forming on his lips. He dispelled the long saber in his hand and directly flung the Cicada Ancestor’s battered body away.
Before the Cicada Ancestor’s body hit the ground, it began to fade, floating serenely in mid-air, as if dead.