My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 383 - 384: Demon Race Sacrifice!
When the earth-shattering red sword light slowly dissipated, revealing the deep bottomless...
enormous fissure stretching to the horizon, the entire battlefield fell into dead silence.
Long Zhenguo, Verocan, You, Qing, Liu Xia, and others stood frozen in place, as if petrified.
They stared blankly at the completely altered landscape, their minds blank and almost losing the ability to think.
One strike!
Just one strike!
Instantly killed a Demon Race leader who forcefully elevated to Tier Four Totem, and wiped out his massive Demon Race army with the aftermath!
If Gu Xing at this moment was a totem-level powerhouse, they might barely understand this terrifying power.
But the reality is, Gu Xing’s level clearly remains at Monarch Tier Five!
They are all at totem level now, and are acutely aware of the gap between each tier.
Every one of them under the totem level was a genius challenging beyond their rank.
But at the totem level...
To transcend a level?
It is something utterly impossible!
But Gu Xing?
Not only at the Monarch level did he possess totem-level strength.
He directly leaped over low-tier totem, reaching middle-tier totem.
The Ghost Race’s You, looking at Gu Xing’s calm and standing figure, subconsciously muttered to himself:
"Is this Gu Xing... really still Human Race?"
This unintentional exclamation threw Long Zhenguo beside him into long silence.
Among the Human Race, only Gu Xing’s combat strength stands out so prominently.
Moreover...
The Human Race’s second genius, Qin Chuxue, was merely able to barely reach totem-level combat strength at Monarch Peak Level.
Angel Liu Xia’s gaze mostly rested on Ruri, whose aura was gradually calming, with a complex look.
The sword that judged all matters before, though enhanced by Gu Xing’s power, was ultimately slashed by Ruri’s own hand.
This signified that Ruri’s own power and mastery of the law had reached a height she could only look up to.
She originally thought that after advancing to totem level, she could somewhat help Ruri.
Now it seems, this thought was so naive.
Ruri had already soared high, leaving her far behind.
"Ruri, aunt... might never catch up to you again."
Yet Vera, witnessing this scene, pursed her lips somewhat unwillingly.
She knew very well that most of the credit was owed entirely to Gu Xing.
Even if the current Angel’s strength slightly surpassed her, still...
It could never reach such a terrifying degree.
It was all because her master nearly poured all the enhancements onto that Angel, making her the center of attention.
Thinking of this, she immediately shifted her gaze to the group of...
Demon Race remnants not eradicated by the Destruction Law.
She needed to vent.
These Demon Races would become perfect targets for her venting.
In the sky, Ruri quietly hovered, surrounded by filaments of the Destruction Law, gently retracting into her body like obedient pets.
This sword that transcended limits was a great burden for her, but the gains were equally enormous.
Her understanding of the Destruction Truth had reached a new height thanks to this opportunity.
She could feel that next time she unleashed a similar attack, it would be even more effortless, consuming less while potentially being more powerful.
After confirming Ruri was fine, Gu Xing focused on the most tangible gain of this battle...
The vast energy spreading across the battlefield, emanating from the fallen Demon Race powerhouses.
A rough perception indicated that this massive energy could elevate his level from Monarch Tier Five to Monarch Peak!
Once he reached Monarch Peak, his strength would undergo a qualitative leap.
At this thought, even with Gu Xing’s composure, a flicker of fiery light flashed in his eyes.
Thus, he began greedily absorbing the pure energy on the battlefield.
He started absorbing the energy left on the battlefield.
Yet, neither Gu Xing nor those still in shock realized...
The Demonic Qi, which should have been thick and impenetrable on the battlefield, especially the Origin Demonic Qi left by fallen strong opponents like the Red-Horned Demon Venerable...
was being silently absorbed by the earth, as if a giant invisible mouth beneath the land was quietly devouring everything, leaving no trace.
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At the same time, in the deepest, darkest origin place of all demons.
In the Abyss’s deepest depths.
The tenth-ranked Demon God—
Yuan!
The eyes that had been closed for countless millennia suddenly opened!
There were no pupils, only two swirling masses of ultimate darkness that devoured all light.
In the instant he opened his eyes, the entire Demon Abyss seething with Demonic Qi seemed to be frozen by an invisible law, instantly becoming stagnant!
Whether it was the feeble demons crawling at the edges, or the Tier Nine Totem Demon Race overlords with a presence powerful enough to unleash calamity upon the outside world.
At this moment, they all felt a shiver and reverence stemming from an instinctual part of their souls.
Involuntarily, they bowed their heads deeply toward the core of the Demon Abyss, their hearts filled with fervent worship.
"Welcome, Lord Demon God has awakened!"
However, Yuan paid no heed to this formidable cadre of subordinates.
His gaze, infused with a will of destruction, pierced through layers of spatial barriers, locking resolutely onto a certain direction.
It landed precisely in the Alternate Space, on Gu Xing!
A pure killing intent capable of extinguishing stars and returning all things to ruin spread like a tide, causing the temperature in the entire Demon Abyss to plummet to the freezing point.
"Finally... found you!"
A cold, ancient voice devoid of any emotion echoed in the core of the Demon Abyss.
"This time, I will never let you grow... you must be completely eradicated!"
"Relay my command!"
Yuan’s voice resounded in the depths of every Demon Race soul.
"All Demon Race in the Alternate Space, cease all activities immediately and gather before the ten Demon Gates!"
"Sacrifice everything you have, burn your demonic souls, return all Demonic Qi... to the origin!"
This command signified that all Demon Race in the Alternate Space, regardless of strength or weakness, are moving towards the end of self-destruction!
Breaking the seal, since ancient times, there are two methods:
One is to seize the Divine Pattern, using it to dismantle the seal.
The other.
Is sacrifice.
By sacrificing the entire Alternate Space’s Demon Race, utilizing the rampant Demonic Qi.
A pathway can be briefly opened!
And this pathway...
Its strength is sufficient to allow a Demon God to pass through momentarily!
As the will of the Demon God descends, it’s as if the Demon Race in the entire Alternate Space has been paused.
They begin to madly, recklessly converge upon the ten ancient Demon Gates deep within the Demon Realm.
...
At the same moment under the Demon God’s command.
On Dragon Island, far across the seas, detached from worldly affairs.
The current Dragon Emperor, an ancient being who has existed for countless ages, slowly opened his gigantic dragon eyes, molten gold-like.
His gaze seemed to penetrate the Endless Void, witnessing the terrifying spectacle unfolding in the Alternate Space, where myriad demons march towards death.
On his colossal dragon head, an extremely complex and indescribable emotion was revealed.
"The time is near!"
Within the old and dignified dragon chant, there was a reflection on destiny.
After speaking, his vast dragon body, large enough to coil around a mountain, began to emit a gentle light, rapidly diminishing in size.
Finally transforming into the image of a middle-aged man adorned in a golden robe, bearing dragon horns, with a stern face.
He took a deep breath of air imbued with the unique Spiritual Qi of Dragon Island, walking steadily toward an ancient cave deep within the island.
After traversing countless powerful barriers, the Dragon Emperor finally reached the innermost part of the cave.
Here was an entirely different world, an expansive underground space filled with a peaceful radiance.
At the center of the space, sealed within a massive, crystal-like transparent dragon crystal, was a figure.
She was a seemingly sleeping woman, possessing an almost perfect human female visage.
Her skin was a lustrous white, her long hair cascading like a waterfall!
But on her forehead grew a pair of small, exquisite dragon horns, and behind her, an elegant dragon tail hung naturally.
She seemed to be in an eternal, beautiful slumber.
The Dragon Emperor stood before the dragon crystal, his gaze gentle and affectionate as it lingered on the figure within the crystal.
But soon, this tenderness was replaced by resolve.
He slowly opened his mouth, and a golden Divine Pattern emerged from within.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Dragon Emperor guided the Divine Pattern, slowly merging it into the dragon crystal sealing his daughter.
The dragon crystal instantly emanated brilliant light, and the figure sleeping within seemed to have her eyelashes tremble slightly.
"Awaken, my daughter..."
The Dragon Emperor’s voice was deep, echoing within the silent space.
"The slumber has ended, it is time... to pursue your destined one."
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