As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

At the moment when the two energies collided, the thick black ice around them was directly lifted up and then crushed into pieces in an instant.

In an instant, the sky was covered with countless tiny crystals.

The invisible impact spread in all directions.

That power was extremely violent.

Both Partridge and Hefferson could clearly feel the violent trembling coming from the glacier thousands of feet deep beneath their feet.

A funnel-shaped pit tens of meters deep appeared within an area of ​​several hundred meters in radius. Further away, cracks continued to spread rapidly, extending over a distance of several thousand meters before gradually calming down.

The air between Patrich and Hefferson was even more chaotic, as if winds were blowing from all directions. The flying snow in the sky and the ice crystals on the ground mixed together, covering the sky and making it hazy. Their vision was almost completely blocked.

But both Hefferson and Partridge could clearly feel the other's gaze on them.

Both of them seemed to be calculating and planning something.

But in the end, neither Patridge nor Hefferson took action. Hefferson kept watching Patridge's movements, backing away continuously. After keeping a certain distance, he turned around, and his figure was quickly submerged in the wind and snow.

On the other side, Patridge had been looking in the direction of Heferson until he could no longer sense Heferson's breath, and then Patridge breathed a sigh of relief.

To put it bluntly, no one is a good person.

If they were absolutely sure that they could defeat the opponent, both Hefferson and Patrich would have faced the opponent without hesitation, but it is obvious that neither of them has such confidence.

puff.

About half a minute later, Patridge's body suddenly stopped and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Damn, that guy is really ruthless." Patridge muttered in a low voice.

He felt a little scared, but luckily he had disguised himself quite well and Heferson didn't see through anything. Otherwise, the little elf would definitely take advantage of his injury to kill him.

Partridge recognized Hefferson's identity.

When he was wandering in the Elf Forest before, the two had met briefly and fought.

He had the ability to kill Heferson directly, but he felt that there seemed to be other extremely terrifying existences behind Heferson, so he wisely gave up this plan.

Damn it.

This time, the injuries he suffered before were too severe, and his strength was greatly reduced. Although his realm has been improved by comprehending the will of the first Dusk King in the Crown of Thorns, and he has swallowed up two pieces of Benavid's soul before, these have not had time to be transformed into his power. Now he can't even exert the strength of a demigod. Otherwise, he would definitely kill Heferson.

On the other side, Heferson was flying at super high speed. After flying dozens of kilometers and changing his flight direction several times, Heferson finally felt a little relieved.

Just when he felt relieved, Heferson couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, his face looked grim.

"Damn it, this old guy is too cruel."

That's a saint, Partridge.

He had almost died at the hands of this old guy before, and then the old man disappeared without a trace, and there was no news of him since. Heferson thought that the sage had finally died, but he didn't expect to see him here.

Seeing that Patrick was seriously injured and his strength was greatly reduced, he wanted to take this opportunity to kill Patrick, but he didn't expect that this guy would hit him and make him vomit blood with just a casual palm.

He is indeed a thousand-year-old bastard.

Fortunately, my disguise skills were pretty good and I didn't get hurt in front of Patrick, otherwise the old man probably wouldn't let me go.

……

While Patridge and Hefferson were simply exchanging blows, Ron was still guarding Philomena's side.

It seems that Benavid's soul has really escaped. Although a long time has passed, Philomena's recovery has not been affected at all. Now Philomena has recovered half of her head.

Ron just glanced at it casually and then quickly looked away.

To be honest, Philomena was petite and cute.

Even though I know that this person is over 900 years old, when I see that little face, I still can't help but think of the word "cute" in my heart, and I can't help but want to reach out and pinch and flick it.

But no matter how beautiful Philomena was, the sight of her head growing little by little was not so pleasing to the eye, and it was even a little scary.

Thinking of Benavid, Ron felt a little regretful.

People are always a little greedy.

Before this, Ron didn't feel any regret. He just felt that it was not easy to survive under Benavid's hands. After all, he was the god of death.

But now with Benavid leaving, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he didn't get any benefit from Benavid. As a great god, even a little bit of benefit from him should be of great improvement to himself.

Of course, although Ron felt annoyed, he did not regret it.

Even now, the decision made not long ago is still the best choice in Ron's mind.

It is better to be safe than sorry. If Benavidre is really hiding in some corner and takes the opportunity to attack Philomena and take over her body, then it will be too late even if Ron wants to regret it.

Some thoughts emerged in Ron's mind. He looked up at Philomena. It seemed that Philomena would be able to recover to normal in another half a quarter of an hour. Then he turned his attention back to his surroundings, carefully sensing all the movements around him.

The more critical the moment, the more careful one has to be. Ron will not allow any mistakes to happen in Philomena's recovery process.

Suddenly, Ron's eyelids twitched.

He was keenly aware of a slight movement. A chaotic but still powerful soul was rapidly approaching this side. His body, which was originally sitting, suddenly stood up.

Not long after, a gray-black shadow was seen a thousand meters away, wriggling on the ice at an incredibly fast speed like a snake.

Ron's expression changed slightly. It turned out to be a soul.

Moreover, this soul gave Ron a very familiar feeling. In an instant, Ron understood, if it wasn't Benavid's soul, then whose was it?

But why did this guy’s soul become like this?

Ron remembered clearly that although Benavid was seriously injured before, it was Benavid's body that was truly destroyed, and the damage to his soul was not too serious. What was going on now? It was less than an hour, why had Benavid's soul become so weak?

Although his soul still looked very strong and powerful, Ron could see at a glance the emptiness underneath that ferocious appearance.

His soul strength was barely half of what it was before.

His soul has been damaged so badly that Benavid has difficulty maintaining even the most basic sanity. That is why he is in such a confused and insane state now.

In fact, when Benavid just left Patridge's body, he could still barely maintain his sanity, but as time passed, it became increasingly difficult to maintain this sanity, and in a short period of time he had become as crazy as he is now.

A large lump of soul, like a piece of gray-black rotten meat, was wriggling non-stop.

Ron was shocked and confused, not understanding what Benavid, the God of Death, had experienced to become like this.

Just as Ron noticed Benavid's soul, Benavid's soul also noticed the presence of Ron and Philomena.

The large mass of souls suddenly let out a sharp hiss, and the huge soul body squirmed like a twisted evil spirit, rushing towards this side quickly. At first glance, it looked like a huge skull burning with black flames.

Flesh, flesh, flesh...

In the intermittent sound, one could even hear a few strange words, which made one's scalp almost split.

Benavid, who has completely lost his mind, only wants a body to contain his soul. This has become Benavid's instinct and deepest obsession.

He had even forgotten who Ron and Philomena were. He just followed his instinct and rushed over recklessly, wanting to plunder Ron and Philomena's bodies.

woo woo woo woo……

The weird sound gave people goose bumps all over their body.

Benavid's soul turned into a black cloud that was wriggling in the sky, sweeping towards this side and covering the sky and the sun.

Although Ron was confused and didn't know why Benavid became like this, when it came time to take action, Ron would not hesitate at all.

He opened his hands, and the half-god, half-demon energy in his body quickly gathered in his palms, gradually evolving into the power of dawn. In less than two seconds, a huge, sharp lightsaber appeared.

"cut."

With a loud shout, the lightsaber instantly tore forward.

If it was Benavid in normal state, even if he only had half of his strength left, Ron would definitely treat it with caution and would not dare to relax at all.

But now, Benavidre is only half a soul away, and is in a crazy state where he has lost his mind. Ron doesn't need to care so much.

At the moment when the lightsaber tore through, the entire sky seemed to be split in half, and the entire world was neatly divided into two halves. Even the dense pollution between heaven and earth instantly dissipated because of the power of dawn.

Wherever the sword blade tore through, the space was cut like a piece of glass.

In an instant, the sword tip containing rich dawn power appeared above Benavid's soul.

Instinctively, Benavid sensed the power contained in the sword light that could completely destroy him. He screamed in fear, and his soul struggled desperately. Following his instinct, his soul instantly held up an invisible shield, trying to intercept this powerful force.

Swish.

Pure soul power is completely insufficient when facing the power of light.

That invisible shield might be able to withstand all kinds of magical bombardments, but in front of the dawn it was like a piece of tofu and was easily cut in the middle.

The next moment, Benavid's soul was neatly split into two halves.

It was already just a broken soul, and now the situation has become even worse.

The two halves of the soul were wailing in pain and squirming, trying to merge together again. However, a melodious bell sounded in the air, and the moment the sound spread, the movement of the soul paused.

Immediately Ron stretched out his hand and a surge of energy surged over, wriggling like a huge palm, restraining half of Benavid's soul and pulling it directly in front of him, then opened his mouth and took the remaining soul into the spiritual space.

Then, Ron's powerful soul spread out immediately, turning into a large net that surrounded the residual soul, wrapping it in the middle and slowly digesting it.

Directly absorbing the souls of other powerful people is something that only those who are above the realm of destruction can do. For beings at this level, this is the best shortcut to improve their own strength and realm.

Of course, this is not something that can be swallowed just by anything.

Only souls of the same level can exert their effects after absorption. It is useless to absorb souls of a lower level than oneself.

Moreover, even if one absorbs the souls of strong people of the same level, the number must not be too many. Once one devours the souls of other lives unscrupulously, it is very likely that the practitioner will be dragged into the evil path of bloodlust and cruelty, and may even cause the foundation of the soul to be unstable. This is very important for practitioners.

No matter what, Benavid's soul is the soul of God after all. If he can completely digest the soul he has swallowed, it will definitely bring him considerable benefits. Of course, this process will not be so fast.

Ron even felt a little confused. He had no idea what was going on. What was wrong with Benavid? Was he just sending himself to death?

I wonder what expression the repairman would have when he saw that the god he arranged had turned into his tonic. It must have been quite exciting, but it's a pity that I couldn't see it.

The remaining half of the soul seemed to have not expected such a situation. It was immediately trembling with fear and howled as it tried to escape, but a silver chain quickly extended from Ron's fingers and directly wrapped around Benavid's remaining soul.

This chain is pure, condensed from the power of dawn. Once it is entangled, it is impossible to break free unless the soul has the determination to cut off its own arm and tear it apart.

Obviously, the remnant soul, which now has little sanity left, is simply unable to do this. That half of the remnant soul struggled desperately, but it was of no use except attracting constant burning and pain from the power of dawn.

"This half of the soul is yours." Ron said.

He didn't look back, but he could already sense that Philomena's body behind him had fully recovered.

Philomena raised her eyebrows, with a little surprise in her eyes, and looked at Ron in disbelief: "Is it okay?"

This is a great supplement.

Compared to the state of the soul, the realization of the divine realm is the truly priceless treasure.

Philomena seemed to have not expected that Ron would be willing to give her half of the treasure. After all, Ron was willing to stay here to protect her and buy her some safe time to recover. She already owed Ron a favor.

"Of course, don't forget that we worked together to defeat Benavid. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be Benavid's opponent." Ron said lightly.

He is not a stingy guy.

What's more, Philomena is one of us.

It would be a good thing for Philomena if she could become stronger.

Philomena blinked her long eyelashes, looked at Ron, and after confirming Ron's intentions, she no longer hesitated and swallowed up the last bit of Benavid's soul.

At this point, the God of Death Benavid arranged by the repairman was completely divided up by the four heretics Ron, Philomena, Patrich and Heferson. Not even a scrap was left and nothing was wasted.

After dealing with the remaining soul of Benavid, Ron and Philomena finally began to head towards the deepest part of the Far North.

Niafu and Bai Lan are still trapped in the core of the contaminated area.

Niafu is strong enough. Even if she cannot kill the evil spirit, she will definitely not be harmed by it. But Bai Lan's situation is different. Relatively speaking, Bai Lan's strength is too weak. Not to mention withstanding the attack of the evil spirit, the pollution released by the evil spirit alone is enough to make Bai Lan uncomfortable.

After all, she is Bai Yuan's sister. If Bai Lan is really hurt, I'm afraid Bai Yuan will also be sad.

Along the way, Ron gave Philomena a brief explanation of the world line and things related to the repairman. Philomena finally understood why Archibald's lineage had been hunted down.

In the world line created by that mysterious, supreme being, neither the father nor himself is allowed to exist.

He finally understood that Archibald did not care about his woman or his children. He also knew that his father was not crazy. He had always been trying desperately to find a way for his children to survive. That was all.

……

No one can see that, tens of thousands of meters in the sky, there is a huge island quietly floating.

This island has a special name, Sky Island.

This is the heaven!

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