Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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"Why did the link break? What happened?" The Bishop of the Black Church turned around in astonishment. He looked at the hills on the islands nearby, and saw the fires on them were no longer as bright as they used to be.

The Ritual had been intercepted!

The supply of Faith had disappeared!

The problem was, even if the Ritual was intercepted, he still had lots of believers spread across Crete. How did he lose the supply of Faith all of a sudden?

The Demon Titan would only weaken slightly without the Ritual. It would not shrink in size and fail to maintain its height of two hundred meters!

The Burning Valley Heavenly Flames finally penetrated the Cross Mark Demon Titan's skin. The massive muscles that resembled huge intertwining pipes were burning now. The Demon Titan cried out in pain and dove into the water.

The deeper it dove, the lower the temperature. It was trying to relieve itself of the immense pain, but the Heavenly Flames did not weaken even after it reached a depth of over a thousand meters.

"Now you're running?" Mo Fan stared at the bottom of the sea where the burning titan was moving back and forth.

"Little Flame Belle, time to send them off!" Mo Fan declared imperiously.

Mo Fan tracked down the Demon Titan and hovered above it. His flames left burning paths along his crossing trails in the night sky.

A burning Seal with a diameter of over seven hundred meters gradually formed in the sky. It looked like an umbrella made of polygons.

The burning umbrella pattern mirrored an identical pattern at the bottom of the sea. The two patterns were connected by lines of flames!

The two patterns went into fire-spitting mode. Deadly fire pillars surged between the patterns and filled up the empty space between them!

The pillars at the bottom blew the Demon Titan into the sky. It reached a height of around five hundred meters above the sea before the pillars from above struck it down and triggered a terrifying wave of explosions in the middle, with the Demon Titan right in the center!

"Little Flame Belle, increase the power, serve me a well-done titan!" Mo Fan ordered.

The Flame Belle Empress was able to refine her flames. Mo Fan continued to pour the flames of the two patterns onto the Cross Mark Demon Titan, while the Flame Belle Empress added more fuel to increase the temperature of the flames.

The higher the temperature, the stronger the flames were. The flames were not only burning the Demon Titan's muscles now. It had lost its limbs to the flames, which proceeded to start burning away its shoulders.

Following its shoulders was its back. Once the flames burned through the Silver Moon Tyrant Titan's back, it was as good as dead!

"Burn everything into ashes except for its organs!" Mo Fan stated.

Flame Belle Empress worked even harder to increase the temperature of the flames. They could even destroy high-level crystals now!

After the Demon Titan's back was destroyed, its head began to burn. Its vitality was surprisingly high. It had lost all its limbs, yet it was still struggling fiercely. It kept charging forward fiercely, even when its body was no longer intact.

However, it did not change its fate. Its body parts might have escaped from the pillars, but the Heavenly Flames were still around. They would burn until there was nothing left.

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The Bishop of the Black Church was overwhelmed by despair amid the flames.

He did not understand how his Cross Mark Demon Titan had failed to defeat a petty Mage, nor did he know the reason why the power of Faith had vanished so suddenly!

Mo Fan flew up to the Bishop of the Black Church and said, "You must feel sorry for your pet. I'll use a calmer fire to burn you to death slowly. You will reflect on the things you did as you suffer."

"A god isn't supposed to lose to you mundane people. A god will never be defeated!" the bishop screamed at him.

Mo Fan did not mind giving the bishop plenty of time to figure out what went wrong, just not in a comfortable environment!

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"Mo Fan, let me handle him," Mu Bai intercepted him as he returned to the island.

"Are you going to dissect him?" Mo Fan asked calmly.

"He has the power of Evil Faith… Mm, it's a long story, I'll explain to you once we are done here. Just leave him to me," Mu Bai said.

"Sure, but don't let him be too comfortable!" Mo Fan agreed.

"Don't worry, I promise you he will suffer more than anyone else. Those who use the power of Evil are like borrowing money from loan sharks. Once they are done enjoying themselves, they will suffer the consequences!" Mu Bai said coolly.

"The power of Evil Faith you just mentioned… Oh, you just reminded me, his power is indeed similar to a maniac I knew," Mo Fan said brightly.

"I'll explain later."

"Mm, how is Old Zhao doing?" Mo Fan asked.

"Who knows."

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Zhao Manyan took out a bottle of mineral water that he got from the Alps to quench his thirst inside his golden barrier before he continued, "As a man, you must have endurance like me. Women don't like men who can only last for a minute and a half despite, having the passion of a tiger!"

More than a dozen members of the Guild of the Wicked who had surrounded Zhao Manyan were feeling miserable. Their energy was almost depleted, yet they could not harm a single strand of Zhao Manyan's hair. They could not help but feel like the magic they had practiced all their life was like playing pinball!

"A bunch of impressive-looking but useless men. How are you supposed to have fun with your ladies?....(cough cough)!" Zhao Manyan realized he was too involved in the drama. He quickly said, "This seminar has come to an end. I shall gift each of you something big, hard, and rough!"

He raised his hand and accumulated his strength for a brief moment before slamming his palm on the ground.

The ground shook as thick pillars emerged from the ground!

The pillars rose up below the feet of the members of the Guild of the Wicked. They were already overwhelmed by fatigue after Casting spells continuously. The pillars took them by surprise and hurled them into the air.

"How was it? Did my hard sticks make you feel comfortable?" Zhao Manyan called out cheerfully. "It's fine if you didn't have enough, there are more coming!"

Zhao Manyan slammed his palm on the ground again. The pillars shot up to smash the members of the Guild of the Wicked flying before they even landed on the ground!

"You can call me Zhao Skytopper! I'm interested in both men and women!"