This light came from a streamlined and extremely beautiful pestle of light.
This pestle of light was gripped in a steady and terrifying hand.
This hand belonged to the Angel that had broken through the mist of light.
This Angel of Sacred Light presided over war and had been named Fury by Bie Yanghong. Its eyes, devoid of human emotion, were brimming with ruthlessness and a desire to kill.
In its eyes, these human experts were like ants.
It had been trapped by these ants for so long, a humiliation that it could not endure.
To wash away this humiliation, it had decided to kill everyone around this courtyard, no, it had decided to kill everyone in this city.
Almost tangible liquid light followed its movements and sprinkled into the surrounding sky, carrying with it an unimaginable aura of terror.
Any living being that touched this liquid light would instantly turn cold, lose its breath and soul.
Whether it was the birds in the sky or the flowering trees by the stream outside the courtyard.
The golden liquid light sprinkled against the Li Palace's grand array. Countless bolts of lightning illuminated the darkness, bringing with them thunderous impacts.
In the sky, the Falling Star Stone rapidly spun, but the black path grew smaller and smaller. The Gloom Willow also became mottled, and all the treasures of the Li Palace were suppressed.
The Angel saw that these ants were still bitterly holding on, and its ruthlessness intensified. It let out a howl brimming with the desire to kill.
The howl landed on the ground, stirring up countless gales that shattered the eardrums of many priests. Some of the weaker priests even fainted.
Finally, the porcelain bottle broke completely and shattered into pieces, just like the blue sky that had suddenly appeared above everyone's heads.
The Falling Star Stone, the Gloom Willow, and the other treasures of the Li Palace flew back into the hands of Linghai Zhiwang and the others.
With the Li Palace's grand array broken, those maintaining the array suffered an extremely powerful backlash. Their faces turned abnormally pale, massive waves raging in their seas of consciousness.
As the pivot of the array, Tang Thirty-Six suffered the greatest impact. He vomited blood and tottered, his grip on the Divine Staff almost slipping out of his hand.
The cosmetic-selling girl rushed back to his side and supported him. The other experts of the Tang clan stood around him.
The blind zither player struggled back to his feet, his blood-stained fingers trembling as they plucked the strings, producing a dull and hoarse sound.
The darkness swept out from the depths of the courtyard. Unbroken by the zither music, it quickly reached the gate.
The Demon Lord walked out of the darkness.
He was holding a stone pestle in his hand. There was nothing special about it, but it seemed to have some kind of magical power that attracted countless gazes.
The Angel of the Sacred Light also walked out of the darkness, but it was higher up in the sky, above everyone else.
Countless rays of light shone down from the sky. They did not disperse the darkness of the night. Instead, they shrouded the courtyard along with the darkness of the night.
Everyone felt that unimaginable pressure, and their faces turned extremely pale.
Hundreds of priests forcefully endured the agony in their Sea of Consciousness. They lowered their heads and recited the Daoist scriptures.
The pious chanting reverberated around the courtyard, resisting the pressure from the light. Naturally, it revealed a solemn and stirring feeling.
Linghai Zhiwang, An Lin, and the others also arrived at the main gate of the courtyard, staring at the Demon Lord on the stone steps.
They knew that if they wanted to survive today, their only chance was to kill the Demon Lord before the Angel could act.
The question was, would the Angel give him this chance?
"I don't want to kill you this way."
The Demon Lord sighed, "Alas, none of you gave me any other choice."
The blind zither player said nothing, Linghai Zhiwang's complexion flickered, and Tang Thirty-Six tightly gripped the Divine Staff.
They could tell that the Demon Lord was speaking the truth.
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Two Angels of the Sacred Light, separated by a hundred-some li, appeared in the sky at the same time.
The two shores of the Red River, whether it was the mountains or the stone city, were shrouded in light.
The light contained an unimaginable pressure, announcing the arrival of powerful beings of different levels from the other world.
Looking at the scene in the sky and feeling the sacred pressure in those rays of light, the people of White Emperor City were terrified to the extreme. Many people were so frightened that they directly sat on the ground. Even the bravest demi-human warriors turned pale and could not muster up the courage to fight.
The important personages of the demi-human race that had entered the Imperial City, like Jin Yulu, Xiaode, the Shi clan leader, and the Bear tribe leader, also saw the two Angels in the sky. They were still standing, unfazed, but their complexions were very unsightly.
There had been no sign of activity from the observation platform. The White Emperor might be in a standoff with Madam Mu, so who would deal with these two Angels?
These two Angels of the Sacred Light were opponents they could not defeat, and this made them furious and unwilling.
"I'm very unhappy."
Jin Yulu took a giant axe from the Bear tribe leader's waist and turned to Xiaode. "Throw me into the sky. I want to try hacking at their heads."
He was the most senior and had the highest cultivation level, so no one objected.
The other demi-human experts were also very unhappy.
Xiaode indifferently said, "I plan to sit on a black vulture and stab that fellow."
The Bear tribe leader said, "Then I'll throw."
Jin Yulu expressed his agreement. He pointed at the Angel above White Emperor City and said, "I'll hit this one."
Xiaode pointed at the Angel on the other side of the Red River and said, "Then I'll hit that one."
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A large part of the demi-human experts' displeasure stemmed from the attitude of the two Angels.
The two Angels were far too indifferent. Even though they could sense the fighting intent of the demi-human experts, their expressions did not change.
It was like to them, this city, this continent's so-called experts, were all ants.
Those people, their faces full of fear and if not for the fact that it was so crowded, their legs might have turned to jelly, were even more ants.
The vast majority of the populace had flooded into the streets, either fleeing in all directions or looking fearfully at the sky.
The inn on the side of the street was already empty. A stray cat had sneaked into the kitchen, attempting to take advantage of a freshly cooked piece of meat.
There was a light crack from a room on the second floor of the inn, like a mirror had been smashed.
The stray cat that had just leapt onto the stove was startled. With a meow, it flew out of the window and vanished.
The crowd paled as they stared at the sky. They paid no attention to the noise in the inn, nor did they know what had happened inside.
A few moments later, a blue-clothed Daoist walked out of the inn.
This Daoist had calm eyes and a head of black hair devoid of frost. His walk was indescribably casual, and his arched brows exuded an intimidating air of nobility.
Based on his appearance, he was at most twenty years old, but based on his bearing, he had lived for at least two hundred years, and that was in the Imperial Court. Based on his eyes, one could say that he had lived for one thousand years. Of course, that was when he traveled the jianghu.
No one noticed this blue-clothed Daoist.
He walked into the crowd and, just like the demi-human populace, raised their heads to the sky, gazed at the two Angels.
The eyes of the demi-human populace were filled with fear, despair, and even inexplicable zeal.
The blue-clothed Daoist's eyes were devoid of emotion, only indifference, like he was looking at a dead creature. (To be continued.)
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