My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 422 - 423: Emperor-level Fierce Beasts Arrive at the Human Race’s Territory!

Meanwhile.

A sudden, inexplicable tightening gripped Long Qingyan’s heart, as that familiar sharp pain struck her once more.

Her frame went rigid instantly, her right hand clutching at her chest while a flicker of alarm crossed her golden pupils.

If the first occurrence could be brushed off as a mere hallucination, then this second time...

Furthermore, at the Totem Level, one possesses an uncanny intuition regarding certain events.

Something terrible must have happened!

And ever since her awakening, her only true bond...

"Dragon Island... something has gone wrong!"

Without a moment's delay, her aura exploded from her body as she surged toward Dragon Island at maximum speed.

The closer she drew, the more intense that dark premonition became.

The peaceful atmosphere and the protective spatial barrier that typically enveloped Dragon Island were nowhere to be found.

In their place was nothing but the chaotic fluctuations of deathly energy.

As she broke through the cloud layer and witnessed the panorama below.

It was as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning; she froze mid-air, paralyzed.

Dragon Island... was gone!

No, it wasn't gone.

It had been utterly obliterated.

As far as her vision extended, there was only a limitless expanse of shattered debris.

Colossal mountains had been snapped in two, while every palace and pavilion was reduced to cinders, leaving behind only blackened earth.

The surrounding space was scarred with terrifying marks of energy impact, looking as though it had endured a literal apocalypse.

What was once the holy land of the Dragon Race was now reduced to countless fragments, drifting and sinking slowly.

Long Qingyan’s mind went completely blank as she stared downward in a stupor.

Right then, a delicate thread of a familiar aura drifted up from the wreckage.

She followed that wisp instinctively, descending upon a patch of land that remained somewhat intact.

The aura felt most potent at this spot.

The moment her feet touched the ground, the wisp of energy seemed to gain a mind of its own, slowly taking shape before her.

The light was incredibly faint, barely forming a translucent, hazy phantom that looked ready to vanish at any second.

Its facial features were blurred and its clothes were unrecognizable; only a basic silhouette remained.

Yet, Long Qingyan knew exactly who it was.

The shadow watched her silently, making neither sound nor movement.

Then, it performed a gesture that caused Long Qingyan’s entire body to go cold.

The shadow moved forward with slow, gentle grace, reaching out in an embracing motion.

There was no physical contact...

Only a profound sense of remorse, relief, and yearning washed over her.

The embrace was brief, as fleeting as a dream.

In the following heartbeat, the shadow dissolved entirely under the sunlight before her eyes.

That deeply familiar aura vanished along with it.

Between the heavens and the earth, it was as if no trace of that existence had ever been.

Long Qingyan stayed rooted to the spot, motionless.

After a long interval, a solitary, cold tear tracked down her cheek without warning.

The tear fell, splashing onto the scorched ground beneath her and leaving a tiny dark stain.

She reached up instinctively to touch her face, finding her fingertips damp.

Why... am I crying?

Didn't she lack any memory of Dragon Island?

Hadn't she failed to sense any familiar presence on Dragon Island previously?

And yet, a sharp ache now radiated from her chest.

Her heart felt hollow, as if a vital piece of her soul had been violently torn away.

She sank slowly to a crouch, her fingers digging unconsciously into the cold stone fragments as her shoulders began to quiver.

Silent tears began to pour forth without restraint.

They fell faster and faster, in an unbreakable stream.

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Elsewhere.

Feng Ni led Bai Li, traveling straight toward the north.

Eventually, they arrived at the borders of the Human Race.

Though they suppressed the bulk of their power, the Demonic Qi naturally swirling around them signaled their non-human nature clearly.

"Sister Feng, what is our purpose here?"

Bai Li, now in the form of a young girl, peered down at the Human Race city with curiosity and a hint of bewilderment in her voice.

The Human Race...

In her memories, they were hardly a top-tier race!

Feng Ni’s stunning face remained devoid of emotion as she shook her head slightly, her voice sounding ethereal:

"I am not sure! But somehow, I felt... a calling to come and see."

Very little in this world could pique her interest.

Furthermore, she shared a certain bond with the Demon Race.

Consequently, it mattered little to her whether this world was ruled by Humans or Demons.

She was simply following her gut!

However, their arrival was like pouring oil onto a fire for the already paranoid Human Race.

The Northern Command Center’s highest alarm suddenly blared!

"Report! Two incredibly powerful signatures are hovering above the city!"

"These auras appear to have exceeded the Totem Level!"

The reporting officer arrived in a state of sheer panic.

"What?!"

Long Zhenguo’s heavy heart plummeted instantly.

Gu Xing had only just fallen, and now a foe beyond the Totem Level was invading?

It had to be the Demon God!

"Everyone, prepare for maximum combat! Follow me to intercept the enemy!"

Long Zhenguo didn't pause for a second; even if the odds were impossible, the Human Race would stand its ground.

His Totem Level aura flared as he shot into the sky!

Verocan, the Church Court Empress, Wei Yuan, Lei Zhan, and the remaining elite forces followed in his wake.

A moment later, over a dozen figures floated above the Northern Territory, facing Feng Ni and Bai Li from a distance.

When Long Zhenguo and his subordinates saw the newcomers, their mounting tension eased slightly!

The intruders did not appear to be the Demon God!

However...

Long Zhenguo fixed his gaze on the woman in the lead.

She was draped in a robe of gold and crimson feathers, radiating an elegance that seemed to look down upon all life.

Crucially, she was enveloped by both Spiritual Qi and Demonic Qi.

Her nature was unmistakable.

A Fierce Beast!

And a Fierce Beast of unprecedented power!

Long Zhenguo’s heart, which had briefly steadied, tightened once more.

The bond between Fierce Beasts and Humans was no better than the one between Humans and the Demon Race.

They were enemies!

And this level of pressure...

"An... Emperor-level Fierce Beast?!"

Long Zhenguo’s voice was parched, the words forced through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, the hearts of everyone present sank to the depths of despair.

At this moment, never mind an Emperor-level, even a King-level Fierce Beast...

The Human Race might not have the strength left to resist.

A wave of hopelessness immediately washed over the group.

Long Zhenguo balled his fists until his knuckles turned white, forcing himself to move forward:

"What is your business within the territory of the Human Race?"

Feng Ni’s frigid golden eyes scanned the humans who viewed her as a foe, finally settling on Long Zhenguo.

She could clearly feel their enmity; she was obviously not a welcome guest.

Despite this...

She did not leave, merely knitting her brows slightly.

Seeing Feng Ni frown, Bai Li instantly let her aura surge.

"How insolent! You dare show such hostility in the presence of my sister!"

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