CHAPTER 1035: CHAPTER 1037: CICADA ANCESTOR? CICADA ANCESTOR!

Wen Wen walked up to him, bound him with chains, and captured him into the Sanctuary.

After completing all this, Wen Wen let out a sigh of relief.

Catching the Purifying Angel meant that this battle wasn’t in vain, and the angel’s divine power greatly surpassed that of the Unicorn, making up for one of Wen Wen’s shortfalls.

Next, Wen Wen approached the unconscious Baylor, whose face was twisted with fear, still caught in the power of the Landas Ghost Shadow, unlikely to wake up anytime soon.

Wen Wen grabbed his palm, pinched it twice like choosing pig’s feet, then feigned reading his palm before directly severing the hand at the wrist, exclaiming with joy, "This hand is destined for me!"

If Baylor were conscious, he would probably be cursing Wen Wen to his face, but unfortunately, he couldn’t say anything.

After devouring the mark on Baylor’s hand, the mark on Wen Wen’s hand became four times larger.

Finally, Wen Wen summoned Croselle, pointed at Baylor’s body, and said:

"Do you remember where you threw that white-robed priest from the ice block? Throw him to the same place."

Croselle obeyed, grabbing Baylor’s body and flying away into the distance.

Having done all this, Wen Wen looked gravely in a certain direction.

A man with a delighted smile on his face was slowly approaching.

This man was the strongest from the Glory Church side this time, accompanied by the Holy Beast, Hosta.

"I just saw that kid Baylor being taken away by a Fallen Angel. He should be the one you defeated, right?"

Hosta scrutinized Wen Wen and the other two True-order Masters, a sly grin appearing on his face.

In any other place, he wouldn’t have the audacity to be so arrogant to True-order Masters, but the Holy Beast obeyed his commands now.

The so-called True-order Masters were nothing but paper tigers in front of the Holy Beast.

The opportunity to hunt True-order Masters made Hosta’s cheeks flush with excitement; it might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Wen Wen scratched his head and said to Hosta, "Before we get down to business, could you tone down your expression a little? It’s really disgusting to look at!"

"I love disgusting others, but I don’t like others disgusting me like this. It’s enough for me to be the perverse one myself."

Hosta shook his body back and forth, then exhaled a breath, looking even more punchable: "I like it this way, if you’ve got the guts, come and hit me!"

He was a born killer, relishing in the fearful expressions of his prey.

Watching once powerful prey have their limbs sliced bit by bit, destroying all hope gradually, thrilled him to no end.

If he hadn’t accidentally ended up in the Glory Church, he might have been part of a secret organization like the Profane Blood.

"Although everyone at Glory Church looks very punchable, I admit you’re the most punchable one..."

Wen Wen took out a cigarette holder, puffed it, then blew out a figure, which transformed into the likeness of Hosta.

This fake Hosta knelt in front of Wen Wen, using his tongue to lick Wen Wen’s shoes, calling himself a big spender all the while...

By now, Wen Wen was quite skilled at this sort of trick.

Seeing this, Hosta’s flushed face instantly turned ashen.

However, his change in expression pleased Wen Wen, who grinned darkly, looking even more sinister than Hosta before.

Hosta’s face looked grim for a few seconds and then he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Keep running your mouth, soon you’ll have no chance."

Hosta pressed the back of his hand, and a bizarre wave emanated from him.

Though exchanging words with him, Wen Wen was highly alert because the Holy Beast he might face could very well be the Cicada Ancestor!

In an instant, a gigantic Cicada creature appeared in the void behind Hosta.

The enormous six pairs of wings spread out, making the Purifying Angel’s wings seem as small as quail wings in comparison.

A cross-like light shone behind it, ethereal light feathers gently descending from the sky, rendering the surroundings as if they were a Divine Kingdom.

Landas Ghost Shadow and Xue Jiuyi immediately became vigilant, exuding demonic power to protect themselves.

They hadn’t encountered the Cicada Ancestor before, but they could tell this entity was unusual, and its power attributes had absolute suppression over them.

Wen Wen felt his temples throb, even considering running away for a moment.

He had already suspected, but when the Cicada Ancestor truly appeared before him, he couldn’t help but feel intimidated.

He had faced the Cicada Ancestor before, but others had taken the brunt of the attacks, and back then, the Cicada Ancestor was practically immobilized.

Now, although the Cicada Ancestor’s power was below catastrophic levels, it was once a Spiritual Realm God, a power that normal True-order couldn’t gauge.

While realms could change, mastery of knowledge and battle techniques wouldn’t.

By comparing to himself, Wen Wen could still take on ten superpower users of the same realm even if he were to drop back to the Exploration Realm.

And the most crucial thing was, the Cicada Ancestor at that time didn’t care about him, this little mouse, but now the Cicada Ancestor...

The Cicada Ancestor’s huge eyes were fixed on Wen Wen, seemingly burning with flames!

The one who caused it to be in this tragic state had the Glory Church’s scheming, Maya Mi’s recklessness.

But it hated the mysterious Man in Black Robe the most!

And this little human before it emanated the aura of that Black Robe.

Moreover, the Cicada Ancestor inexplicably hated Wen Wen to the core, as if Wen Wen was the Black Robe himself.

Seeing that look, Wen Wen knew the Cicada Ancestor wouldn’t rest until he was dead. Wen Wen wasn’t confident he could fend off all of the Cicada Ancestor’s attacks; he took deep breaths to steady himself.

Xue Jiuyi and Landas Ghost Shadow didn’t know how powerful the Cicada Ancestor had been, so their demeanor remained much steadier than Wen Wen’s.

Now that the Cicada Ancestor had pinned all its hatred on him, Wen Wen couldn’t just walk away.

Judging by Hosta’s demeanor, if they didn’t capture him, Lin Zheyuan, Sifumo, and others wouldn’t likely escape, and the enraged Cicada Ancestor might take it out on the ordinary people in the Xizhu District.

So Wen Wen had to try contending with this giant, as neither the Containment Officer’s responsibility nor the Demon Hunter’s duty allowed him to abandon those he needed to protect.

Even if he had to retreat, it would only be when things became impossible.

To win against this foe or at least prevent it from wreaking havoc... first, Hosta had to be taken down!

The ability of Glory Church to let the Cicada Ancestor roam coincided with the Cup of Divine Blood battle.

As long as Hosta was out of the picture, the Cicada Ancestor following Hosta might be unable to act!

Wen Wen pondered his strategy while taking deep drags from the fantasy colored mouthpiece, soon surrounded by over ten figures resembling Wen Wen...