Rebuilding Terra

In the mysterious and solemn heaven hanging high above the clouds, the blood curse is like a surging, unstoppable tide of darkness, spreading with endless evil and terror. The curse is like a savage demon, wantonly devouring the reason and hope of the demons, plunging the once peaceful and tranquil heaven into chaos and despair.

The young Michel, like a messenger of justice descending from the sky, exudes a sacred and firm aura. He shuttles back and forth among the demons like a lively light and shadow. In his clear eyes, a trace of unconcealable worry flashed. He stared quietly at the chaotic and horrible scene in front of him, as if a heavy boulder was pressing on his heart. He knew very well that in this cursed land, every minute and every second was extremely precious, because new demons could fall into the terrible curse at any time.

Michel's determined gaze began to search around in this chaotic world like a bright light. His eyes were full of determination and wisdom, as if they could penetrate all the fog and darkness. Finally, after a careful search, his eyes locked on the God of Chaos - Ozma. He knew that Ozma was likely the source of all these disasters.

Michelle flashed, as fast as lightning, like a bright meteor across the sky. In an instant, he arrived in front of Ozma. He was as tall as a pine tree, and his snow-white clothes fluttered gently in the wind, as if he was a god descending to the earth, with an extraordinary temperament. He raised his head slightly, and his voice was steady and powerful, like a ringing bell, and he introduced himself: "I am the saint - Michelle, your men are no match for me, I will go directly to the source of the problem, and solve you and this disaster."

Ozma stood there quietly, his black clothes rustling in the wind. A disdainful smile appeared on his face, full of ridicule and confidence, as if he didn't take Michelle seriously at all. He responded, "Deal with me? You are so arrogant." His voice was full of arrogance, as if he was the master of this world.

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere between the two became tense, as if the air had frozen. An extremely powerful dark force surged from Ozma's body, and that force was like a rolling black cloud, dark and overwhelming, with an endless sense of oppression. It seemed as if the whole world was shrouded by this dark force, making it hard to breathe. Michel was not to be outdone, and a layer of holy light shone around him, and that light was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, warm and bright. The light contained a powerful force of justice, as if it could dispel all darkness and evil.

The battle was about to break out, and Ozma took the lead in launching an attack. With a slight wave of his hand, a dark energy wave rushed towards Michelle like a roaring beast, carrying the momentum of destroying everything. Wherever the energy wave went, the air made a sizzling sound, as if it was burned. Michelle's eyes condensed, and his hands quickly formed seals. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest delay. A holy shield instantly appeared in front of him. The shield emitted a soft light, like an indestructible fortress. The shield steadily blocked the dark energy wave. The collision of energy made a deafening roar, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted, forming a vortex visible to the naked eye.

Michel then launched a counterattack. He waved his hands, and countless holy lights shot towards Ozma like dense arrows with a sharp whistling sound. Ozma snorted coldly, and his figure flashed like a ghost, easily avoiding those lights. His movements were as fast as lightning, dazzling people. Then, he attacked again, and the power of darkness intertwined into a huge net in the air. The net was like a huge trap, covering Michel. Seeing this, Michel muttered something in his mouth, his voice was low and mysterious. A powerful holy light shot up into the sky, and the holy light was like a sharp sword, instantly tearing the dark net apart. The two of them fought back and forth, and the battle became more and more intense. The whole space seemed to tremble under the impact of their power, as if it would collapse at any time.

During the fierce battle, both of them felt a familiar breath in each other's energy. Ozma was slightly startled, and a trace of surprise flashed in his deep eyes. He found that Michel's energy was surprisingly similar to his own, as if they were from the same body and had some mysterious connection. Michel also noticed this, and his heart was also full of doubts. He began to think about what secrets were hidden in it.

As the battle continued, they became more certain of this strange feeling. Every time their energy hit the other party, it would magically melt away, as if snowflakes met the warm sun, and no damage could be done. Outsiders watching their fierce battle thought that they were equally strong and therefore could not hurt each other, but only they themselves knew that they really could not hurt each other. This feeling was extremely strange and confusing.

Finally, after another collision of energy, the two stopped at the same time. Ozma frowned, and his brows were like two tangled ropes. He stared at Michel, his eyes full of thought. Michel also fell into deep thought, and he tried hard to think about the reasons behind all this.

After careful consideration, the two decided to stop and retreat. Ozma snorted coldly, turned around and turned into a black shadow, dissipated like smoke, and temporarily left the heaven. Michel stayed in the heaven and continued to remove the blood curse.

The demons in the heaven looked at Michelle, their eyes full of gratitude and hope. They seemed to see a bright light in the darkness. Michelle began to use his power, his hands dancing like a dancing elf. He set up purification barriers, which were like transparent walls, emitting soft light, trying to prevent the further spread of the blood curse. His hands kept dancing, and the holy light fell like snowflakes, gently sprinkling on every inch of the land eroded by the curse. The light seemed to have magical power, able to purify all evil.

However, gradually, Michel found that his own strength was far from enough. He understood that in order to completely eliminate the blood curse, more people must have the power to fight the curse. So, after careful consideration, Michel decided to pass on the power of purification and healing to Bai Ze, who represented auspiciousness among the ten great generals of heaven. Bai Ze was a wise and kind demon who possessed great power and profound wisdom. Michel injected his own power into Bai Ze's body, allowing him to use this power to treat more demons.

At the same time, Michelle also taught everyone his divine fist. The divine fist is a magical fist that allows the user to have the ability to see through the disguised. Under Michelle's teachings, the demons began to work hard to learn and master these powers. Their eyes were full of determination, as if they had found the direction to move forward in the darkness.

As time went by, with the help of Michelle, the demons in the heaven gradually gained the power to fight against the blood curse. They began to unite and fight against this terrible disaster together.