Chapter 1283 - 513: Northern Territory Magical Beast Hunt, Temple Showdown with the War God’s Soul (Part 3)

"Master!"

Alina and Richard were shocked, hastily rushing forward to assist.

"I’m fine."

Zhang Beixing waved his hand, forcing himself to stand upright.

Sweat trickled down his handsome face, slowly dripping.

Yet his gaze only grew more intense.

"Since that’s the case, let me face this War God’s spirit!"

With that, he suddenly leaped up.

With hands together, he recited a divine spell.

The next moment, the Angel’s Wing on his back abruptly unfurled.

Dazzling golden light instantly filled the entire great hall.

"Boom!"

Another loud crash, the entire temple was shaking violently.

And the statue emitted a deep growl.

An even more terrifying power burst from the statue’s eyes.

It clashed fiercely with Zhang Beixing’s Power of the Angels.

In a flash, golden and red light intertwined.

The terrifying airwave overturned everything.

Even Alina and Richard were thrown, heavily hitting the ground.

"Boy, who are you? How dare you cause havoc in my Ares’ temple?"

The statue’s eyes were blood-red.

The voice pierced through time and space, echoing in everyone’s ears.

Zhang Beixing gave a cold smile, unafraid.

"I am Zhang Beixing, here to hunt the divine soul and seize the treasure!"

"Mere remnant soul, how dare you be arrogant before me?"

Ares’ divine soul roared in anger: "Ignorant brat, you will pay for your arrogance!"

Before the words were finished, the statue erupted with dazzling red light.

Countless beams of divine power surged forth.

Bombarding Zhang Beixing furiously.

The temple once again plunged into a world-shaking battle.

Zhang Beixing frowned tightly, exerting all his power to resist.

He knew this battle was no child’s play.

A single misstep could lead to death on the spot.

But...

This arrogant human before him could actually fight him.

Such strength is truly rare through the ages.

"Boy, you are impressive."

Ares suddenly spoke, his tone calming a bit.

"But you are ultimately just a mortal. Desiring to defeat a god is delusional!"

He suddenly raised his arm high, eyes shooting two blood-red beams.

The deafening explosion resounded again.

The pillars inside the hall collapsed.

Countless dust scattered, blotting out the sun.

But in the thickest smoke and dust, a tall figure slowly stood up.

Blood trickled from the corner of Zhang Beixing’s mouth, his face pale.

But his eyes were more resolute than ever.

He knew, at this moment, retreating was not an option.

One step back meant an abyss.

[Host, hold on a bit longer!]

The Persuasion System’s voice rang out again.

[I have analyzed the statue’s weakness; focus your attack on its eyes to break the divine power and shatter Ares’ divine soul!]

"Alright!"

Zhang Beixing gritted his teeth, enduring all the pain in his body.

Sweat mixed with blood blurred his vision.

But those eyes became ever brighter.

"Statue, prepare to die!"

He suddenly shouted, his whole being soaring into the air.

The Angel’s Wing on his back glowed with dazzling brilliance.

It was a blend of holiness and power, a miracle unseen in the mortal realm.

A vast golden pillar of light roared towards the War God statue.

The blood-red eyes were forcibly pierced by this power.

"No, this can’t be! I, the King of Celestial Gods, how can I lose to a mere mortal?"

Ares’ divine soul screeched with pain, eyes full of unwillingness.

But his form already began to collapse.

Masses of ash fell from the statue.

Finally, turning into a wisp of black smoke, vanished into the void.