In the distant depths of the southern sea, a stream of light suddenly stopped and the Angel appeared.
Its body had been pierced through by the Vairocana Sword and was heavily injured. Not even divine blood could heal it.
It had to return to Xuelao City as quickly as possible to receive the offerings of the sacrificial altar.
But a black mountain range had appeared in the northern sky, blocking all its paths.
No matter which direction it chose, it could not get around that black mountain range.
This mountain range could move. It was a Black Frost Dragon.
Even in the Sacred Light Continent, or even in the legendary world of light, the Black Frost Dragon was the most noble and rarest of creatures.
But this Black Frost Dragon had not yet matured. In normal times, the Angel might have been wary, but it would never have retreated without a fight.
The problem was that its injuries were too severe. It could only rely on its pure white wings to maintain its speed and ensure that the Angel would not catch up, but it did not dare to act recklessly.
But after so long, its injuries had gradually worsened. In the end, it had reached the point where it had to fight to the death.
The sun shone over the mirror-like surface of the sea, causing mist to rise and the air to be somewhat stifling.
The Angel turned to the horizon.
A black line rapidly approached and then suddenly stopped.
The black-clothed girl stepped through the air with a thunderous dragon roar.
The language of the Divine race and Dragon race was extremely similar, so the Angel could understand its meaning.
"My injuries are truly very severe, but I still have the strength to kill you."
The Angel's face was abnormally pale, almost transparent, but its expression was extremely solemn.
It spoke in that complicated language, "In the depths of the sea far from the continent, I believe that no one can help you."
At the start, it had attempted to pass through the mountains to return to the land of demons. It had flown for a very long time in the belly of the continent, even managing to avoid the little Black Dragon's interception several times. But at the final juncture, it had chosen to give up, because it had sensed several extremely powerful Qis waiting for it up ahead.
Some of these Qis were like the sun, some like an ancient well, and some like a blade.
It was obvious that these human experts were all over the continent, waiting to kill it.
The Angel did not dare to take this risk, so it left the continent and headed for the farthest depths of the Southern Sea.
This so-called fight to the death was actually seeking survival in the face of death.
The Daoist and the white-clothed girl still had a few more important matters to attend to in White Emperor City, like the young man's life or death.
As long as he could kill this Black Frost Dragon, no one on this continent would be able to keep up with his speed.
When the time came, as long as he chose a good route and avoided the human experts scattered across the continent, there was a high chance that he could return to Xuelao City.
A divine chant flowed out of the Angel's thin lips like water.
His expression became even more solemn, solemn, and pious.
His aura had also become much stronger.
He pinned all his hopes and glory on this upcoming battle.
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The little Black Dragon's expression was not very serious, not even serious.
As she watched the Angel grow stronger and stronger, she did not feel like she was facing a powerful foe. On the contrary, she felt like she was watching an idiot perform.
She suddenly remembered something her father had told her many, many years ago.
"Those angels, because of their pride, they are stupid. It's best to kill them."
Yes, father.
These angels are as stupid as you said.
The Black Dragon was rather sentimental.
Between the blue sky and the sea, there was no wind, no sound.
Suddenly, the sea began to move, roiling like it was boiling.
Several dozen islands of various sizes slowly rose from the sea.
On those islands lay all kinds of … dragons, big and small.
This was the Dragon Islands, where all the dragons of this world lived.
The sun was high in the sky, the time when they basked in the sun.
Several dozen dragon cries rose and fell, some dignified, some violent, some frivolous.
Several dozen mountainous dragon bodies stretched across the sky, blocking out all the sunlight.
Several dozen dragon breaths, some terrifyingly powerful and some very weak, fell on the Angel's body.
After a few moments of silence, the Angel lowered its spear of light.
In the sea, it sank into its darkest depths.
Its eyes were open, gazing at the sunlight on the surface of the sea.
It did not feel cold or fear. On the contrary, it felt rather warm.
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The Southern Sea's waters were warm because there were few clouds and the sunlight was fierce.
The Red River's waters were not cold because some of the Wildfire beneath the Celestial Tree had seeped out through the cracks in the rocks.
Today, the amount of Wildfire that had seeped out was especially great. The waters of the river were even warmer, and the red algae were cheerfully growing. It didn't take long for the waters to be dyed even redder.
Normally, the Jings, which fed on the red algae, would be happily feasting, occasionally slapping their massive tails against the surface of the river, creating a spectacular spectacle.
But these intelligent creatures had long ago dove into the deepest depths of the river, not daring to show their heads.
The river was so calm that it looked like a piece of red satin.
The two shores were empty.
White Emperor City was in an uproar.
This was especially the case for the courtyard in the western part of the city that bordered the Xiang clan's estate. It was packed with people, a dense mass of people.
The houses in the courtyard had completely collapsed. Broken bricks and broken beams could be seen everywhere, covered in yellow sand. It seemed like it had been abandoned for decades.
The Li Palace's grand array had been broken, the Angel dead, but the priests around the courtyard had not left.
Linghai Zhiwang and the other Prefects of the Orthodoxy, even heavily injured, still stood guard in front of the gate.
Tang Thirty-Six's face was pale. He needed the support of the cosmetic-selling girl to stand.
They had not left because the Demon Lord was still inside.
But they also could not enter, because the entire courtyard had been surrounded by the Red River Beast Guard.
Xiaode, the Shi clan leader, and ten-some demi-human experts stood in front of the gate.
The two sides silently faced each other.
Suddenly, a few voices came from behind.
The Orthodoxy priests parted like a tide.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong walked over.
Several hundred swords flew through the air, forming a sword array in the sky.
Xiaode had no intention of stepping aside.
He looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "This is His Majesty's will. Please forgive me."
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The meadow around Heavensguard Pavilion maintained its tender green color, nourished by the river water.
The gray slabs of the street had been somewhat damp from the mist and glistened with an oily luster.
The White Emperor gazed at the activity in front of the courtyard, at the rain of swords in the sky, a hint of admiration appearing in his eyes.
Chen Changsheng's path of the sword was even more powerful than the rumors said.
Shang Xingzhou walked to his side and said, "If I want to kill someone, no one can stop me, not even you."
He was not speaking of Chen Changsheng, but the Demon Lord.
To him, killing those two Angels was only the most basic of goals.
If he could also kill the Demon Lord, then the Human race could be said to have obtained a complete victory.
The White Emperor had even wanted to leave the Angel of Sacred Light alive, let alone the Demon Lord.
So he asked Shang Xingzhou a question.
"After you die, which student will the Human Race belong to?" (To be continued.)
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