After getting rid of the divine knight and the old shaman, Han Shuo turned his gaze to the Pope of Light and the divine magus. As for the Sacred Magi from the Ice Shrine, they were simply too weak for Han Shuo to even consider.
Their meagre strength was only one factor. More importantly, they were afraid of him. There was basically no will left in them to fight back. Even their thoughts of revenge had crumbled. Without that, Han Shuo refused to even consider them a threat, even if their powers were on par with Han Shuo's.
From the moment the divine knight and the old shaman began to charge at Han Shuo, the Light Pope and the divine magus had never stopped monotonously reciting their incantations. It was only when Han Shuo impaled the divine knight and the old shaman with his hand that the duo raised their heads and cast a sad glance at their partners.
But a glance was all they gave.
The Pope of Light and the Divine Magus immediately lowered their heads again and resumed their chanting. The spell was long, wordy and abstruse. Their tones were heavy and suffocating, as if they were brewing a spell of extremely destructive firepower.
Once the divine knight and the old shaman were dead, Han Shuo turned his cold eyes to the Pope of Light and the divine magus. He discovered that the two of them had continued with their incantations as if nothing had happened. It was as if they did not realise that Han Shuo was watching them like a ravenous tiger, ready to kill them at any moment.
This kind of intense concentration gave Han Shuo a feeling of unease, as if something wasn't quite right. The onset of this feeling was sudden and startling. As a result, Han Shuo did not rush forward recklessly, but became much more cautious.
The Pope of Light and the Divine Magus could remain calm and composed in the face of death. However, the same could not be said for the two Shrine of Ice Sacred Magi who had accompanied them.
Even though Han Shuo's cold, fierce eyes did not even linger on them, their immense fear of Han Shuo made them feel as if Han Shuo's target was them. After their Shrine of Ice was destroyed, the two of them had wanted to avenge their shrine. They had put their wishes into action in this operation. But when they finally stood in front of the fearsome Han Shuo and saw how he had callously, cruelly, and simply finished off the divine knight and the old shaman, the fear they had tried so hard to suppress burst forth from the depths of their hearts and shattered them to pieces. Their not-so-strong resolve for revenge was shattered.
"Ahhhh!!! "The terror in their hearts grew more and more unbearable. They finally broke down, crying hysterically.
The two sacred magus had lost their minds and resorted to nuts and bolts as the next best alternative. A series of water spells were sent at Han Shuo. Broadswords glistening with the cold radiance of ice shot wildly at Han Shuo.
The two sacred experts had simultaneously gone mad and were now retreating instead of charging forward. Their faces were filled with a complex mixture of fear and resentment.
"Ha." Han Shuo knew that these sacred magi of the Ice Shrine had too much fear in their hearts. With their minds fused with so many chaotic emotions, they simply could not pose a threat.
However, since they had participated in the attack on the Babylonian Academy of Magic and Strength and were also top experts of the Ice Shrine, there was no way Han Shuo would let them escape alive.
Under the sky of hail, Han Shuo suddenly disappeared. But the next moment, he appeared out of nowhere at the only evacuation path the sacred mages had.
The Demonic Blades suddenly blossomed from his two hands, like two huge enchanted flower buds sprouting from his hands. With a flick of his wrists, the clean and cold flower buds were stained with fresh red blood.
The flower buds burst from the backs of the two sacred mages, leaving two gruesome openings that gushed with blood.
After two quick, muffled groans, the two sacred magi, their minds overtaken by fear, were cleanly finished. They collapsed, leaving a beautiful red stain on the ground.
Han Shuo pulled back his fingernails and casually tossed away the blood dripping from his hands.
Four of the six attackers had been finished off by Han Shuo. He turned to the two remaining experts and said calmly, "Hey, enough with the tricks already.
Han Shuo did not expect these two experts from the church of light to be indifferent to Han Shuo's words. They remained silent and still as if they had fallen into a meditative state.
An uneasy feeling surged through Han Shuo's heart. For some reason, when he looked at them from behind, he felt quite anxious and fidgety. Even since he had reached the Nine Changes realm in the Demonic Arts, Han Shuo had rarely felt his mind get confused during a battle. He became even more cautious towards the duo.
He scanned the duo carefully for a while and groaned coldly. Then he took a few steps back, revealed a dark and sinister smile, pulled out a Pearl of Annihilation, and flicked his index finger. The Pearl of Annihilation was sent flying at the duo.
As the Pearl of Annihilation was about to reach them and explode, the space in front of them strangely began to ripple, like the surface of still water disturbed by the falling of a small stone. The Pearl of Annihilation disappeared in an instant before it could explode. It looked as if it had sunk into the depths of the sea.
Then another strange distortion and wrapping of space occurred in the region. Under Han Shuo's careful observation, this distortion of space only lasted for a brief moment before the space returned to normal.
Due to his connection with the Pearl of Annihilation, Han Shuo clearly sensed that the distortion of space in this region was caused by the explosion of the Pearl of Annihilation. He also discovered that they were far away from where the Pear of Annihilation l exploded.
In other words, the Pearl of Annihilation had somehow been pulled into a space-time rift and exploded in another unknown dimension.
After thinking about it, Han Shuo quickly realised the situation. He was shaken, but also glad that he had made the prudent decision earlier not to rush at them. Had he done so, he would likely have been pulled into this bizarre space-time rift, possibly trapped there for eternity.
How did they know about the abstruse edict of space? Han Shuo was absolutely dumbfounded as he stared at the Pope and the Divine Knight.
To use the Edict of Space, to rip space apart and create rifts, to draw the enemy's attacks or even the enemy itself into the space-time rift that was devoid of elemental energy, this was something that only a god who cultivated in the Edict of Space could do.
The Pope of Light and that divine magus should both have cultivated the elemental energy of light. Logically, they shouldn't be able to create such a miraculous and complex space-time rift. However, Han Shuo had seen it happen right in front of his eyes; there was indeed a space-time rift sphere. If he were to rush forward recklessly, he might very well fall into a trap formed by an advanced space law where no elemental energy could be found.
Therefore, without first getting a clear understanding of the situation, Han Shuo really did not dare to charge in. Of the eight elemental energies and four edict Forces, the most mysterious were the Edict of Space and the Edict of Fate. There were the least number of gods who cultivated in these two energies, and it was rare to find experts who had mastered the cultivation of these energies. An average person would be cautious when dealing with these two Edict Energies, and so was Han Shuo.
Completely stunned, Han Shuo couldn't help but take a few steps back. He silently observed the Light Pope and Divine Magus before him, expanding his consciousness. He devoted all his attention to probing every inch of space around the duo, trying to learn the secret of how they formed the Space Edict Trap around themselves.
There was nothing abnormal about the Pope. The elemental energy of light mixed with holy energy in his body flowed to the Holy Grail and olive branches in his hand. The light papal tiara on his head was connected to his vast mental strength. All the energy belonged to the elemental energy of light. There was nothing questionable about it.
Likewise, Han Shuo couldn't detect any traces of the Edictal Force of Space on the Divine Light Magus clutching the cross tightly. Besides, his strength was weaker. There was no way he could have formed the Space Edict Trap around them.
What is going on here? Han Shuo was at a loss. His heart, which had been as calm as still water, now had a small ripple running through it.
Han Shuo's eyebrows were furrowed. He had not yet given up trying to figure out the anomaly that was happening right in front of his eyes. His consciousness shifted from centralised to dispersed, turning into tiny threads that were barely visible to the naked eye, wrapping around the Light Pope and the Divine Magus. The consciousness was a most mysterious energy. It was immaterial, disembodied and intangible. Han Shuo first tried to probe it by slowly sending a single strand of his consciousness towards the Light Pope.
He suddenly felt a wonderful sensation.
A desolate black hole suddenly jumped into the perception of that strand of Han Shuo's consciousness. This black hole was shooting out strange coloured lights. It was warping and throbbing, emitting a chaotic, edictlike energy of space.
Han Shuo was aware that this was a rift in space-time. After carefully sensing through that strand of consciousness, he discovered that the strand of consciousness was indeed unaffected by the space-time rift. It was not subject to any attraction or distortion from any forces.
Inwardly, Han Shuo praised the wonders of the demonic arts and his heart was greatly relieved. With the majority of his consciousness remaining in this spirit, he slowly sent this single strand of consciousness forward. Carefully avoiding the space-time rifts in his path, he gradually made his way towards the Pope of Light. Even though the Pope was standing right in front of him, the path felt long and endless.
Han Shuo gave his full attention to the task at hand. He could not allow himself to be distracted in the slightest. His strand of consciousness was like a slippery mudfish gracefully wading through obstacles in a swamp. He was very patient as he approached the Pope of Light.
Gradually, with Han Shuo's careful navigation, the incomparable consciousness managed to avoid and slip through those space-time rifts, arriving at the narrow space where the Light Pope and the Divine Magus stood.
Han Shuo's head was drenched in cold sweat. He suppressed the great joy in his heart and tirelessly wandered around the Light Pope's body with that tiny strand of consciousness. He meticulously examined every inch of the body.
As this single strand of consciousness reached the mouth of the Holy Grail and was about to enter it for further probing, he suddenly heard a voice from within the Holy Grail: "Who are you?