My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 450 - 452: Qing Shuang, Descend!

The situation had turned dire, with a wolf blocking the path ahead and a tiger stalking from behind!

Facing a two-on-one disadvantage, he found the coordination between the two Guardian Beasts to be flawless.

While one Guardian Beast focused on crowd control, the other unleashed devastating attacks.

Under the combined assault of these two Guardian Beasts, his life hung by a thread.

"I cannot engage them head-on!"

This realization struck him with intense clarity in a split second!

If he persisted in this struggle, this place would surely become his grave today!

In the face of life and death, his mission and his dignity were no longer of any consequence!

Though he was consumed by a sense of unspeakable humiliation and rage, his survival instinct eventually won out!

"Roar! You have pushed me to the brink!"

The Demon General let out a cry of pure frustration, his eyes flickering with a moment of agony!

Casting hesitation aside, he violently triggered his power source.

The Demon Core!

"Boom——!!!"

A heavy, muffled explosion thundered!

As the Demon Core disintegrated, a torrent of wild, uncontrollable Demonic Qi flooded his system like a dam bursting!

His skeletal structure was unable to endure such raw, destructive energy, emitting a series of sickening "cracks" as his bones shattered one after another!

Harnessing this sudden burst of power, he transformed into a streak of crimson light, his velocity reaching an unimaginable peak!

Shockingly, he used the sheer momentum of this impact to parry Liu Li’s earth-shattering strike.

Without looking back, he fled toward the horizon, abandoning everything else!

"You think you can run?!"

Liu Li roared, her twelve wings beating furiously as the searing Fire of Destruction flared up once more, her frame tensing to give chase.

"Liu Li, stand down."

Gu Xing’s composed voice intervened just in time.

Gu Xing tracked the retreating form of the Demon General with a deep, calculating gaze.

Since the opponent was a Totem Tier Nine member of the Demon Race, it would be difficult for Liu Li and Vera to capture him without sustaining injuries.

Furthermore, if they lingered here too long and the Demon God Abyss caught wind of their presence...

The potential disaster would be beyond calculation.

The priority now was to enter the Forbidden Land and locate Qing Shuang.

At that moment, the sound of faltering footsteps broke his train of thought.

Yuan and Qing approached with great effort, leaning on one another for support.

Both were gravely wounded and their auras had grown faint, yet they looked at Gu Xing with eyes full of gratitude for their narrow escape.

"Gu Xing, we owe you our lives!" Qing was the first to speak.

"If you hadn't shown up when you did, the Clan Leader and I would likely have..."

Upon hearing those words, even Yuan looked toward Gu Xing with a thankful expression.

He didn't fear the end of his life; his only dread was the thought of never seeing his two granddaughters again.

Observing the two of them attempting to bow, Gu Xing quickly stepped in to stop them.

"Clan Leader Yuan, Uncle Qing! There is no need for such formalities between us."

"Qing Shuang’s condition is critical, so I must be quick."

Gu Xing could sense that the mental contract link connecting him to Qing Shuang had weakened even further.

"Clan Leader Yuan, Uncle Qing, this location has been compromised by the Demon Race and is no longer safe."

"You should retreat to the Human Race lands; I will go into the Forbidden Land to retrieve Qing Shuang!"

At this suggestion, Qing and Yuan looked at each other.

They understood that staying behind would offer nothing to the cause.

In fact...

Given their current injuries, they would likely only be a hindrance.

After a brief deliberation, they both accepted Gu Xing’s plan.

"Very well, Gu Xing, we are trusting you with Qing Shuang."

Gu Xing simply shook his head in response.

"Qing Shuang is my Guardian Beast; I am only doing what is necessary."

With that, Gu Xing said his goodbyes and plunged into the Forbidden Land alongside his Guardian Beasts.

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Meanwhile.

In the deepest reaches of the Ghost Race’s Forbidden Land.

The environment here was a stark contrast to the barren silence of the outer perimeter.

Instead of the expected darkness, it resembled the ruins of an ancient, forgotten battlefield.

The sky remained a permanent, dark crimson, looking as though it had been painted with old blood.

The earth was fractured, littered with shattered armaments and the massive skeletons of unknown creatures.

The atmosphere was saturated with the stench of gore and an oppressive, chilling intent to kill.

Qing Shuang labored across this blood-stained terrain.

Her usually calm and graceful features were etched with fatigue, her azure hair was tangled, and she was even splattered with dark red blood.

However, her gaze remained sharper and more piercing than ever.

A thick, almost physical aura of the Slaughter Law swirled around her like a bloody fog.

With every stride, she left a faint footprint that radiated a murderous will.

She had lost track of the number of Demon Race foes she had cut down on her path.

This ceaseless carnage had caused her Slaughter Law to evolve and refine itself at a rapid pace.

But such swift advancement came with a heavy price....

A primitive, savage will was constantly clawing at her consciousness.

Being trapped in such a suffocating environment for so long had pushed her Spiritual Power to its breaking point.

Now, a new group of adversaries blocked her path.

Yet, these were not members of the Demon Race, but rather...

The Ghost Race!

To be more precise, they were a group that kept the appearance of the Ghost Race but were shrouded in heavy Demonic Qi, their eyes clouded with madness.

Nearly a hundred of them stood silently, obstructing Qing Shuang’s way.

Leading the group were several formidable individuals, each radiating the crushing pressure of the Totem Level!

As Qing Shuang drew near, these corrupted Ghost Race members looked up simultaneously, their gazes locking onto her.

A raspy, hauntingly seductive voice drifted from the lead Ghost Race member:

"Another stray of our kind... Poor girl, you have struggled enough. Won't you finally rest?"

Qing Shuang didn't break her stride; she looked up and spat out two icy words:

"Get out."

Despite being dismissed, the Ghost Race member remained unruffled:

"Why cling to such stubbornness? Look around at this world; it is consumed by despair!"

"We once held onto that thing called pride as well, but what did it earn us? The ruin of the Ghost Race?"

He looked at Qing Shuang, his voice dripping with feigned sincerity:

"Child, you are a genius such as the Ghost Race hasn't seen in a thousand years."

"And this era now belongs to the Demon Race."

"Why throw your life away for a dead ideology? Join the Demon Race instead..."

"The Demon Race prizes strength, especially in a talent like yourself."

He opened his arms wide, as if making a genuine offer:

"If you simply agree to join the Demon Race, you will receive ultimate power immediately. Furthermore, we... all of your brothers and sisters, will gladly follow you as our leader!"

"You will be the one to lead us, restoring the Ghost Race to glory in this new age!"

"A glory that will be... far more powerful and lasting!"

"Think of your people, think of your father... they require a strong protector, not a useless sacrifice!"

"Surrender is the only path to saving the Ghost Race!"

Every word was a calculated strike at the heart’s weaknesses.

They combined the lure of power with an attempt to use her loyalty to her clan and her love for her family to shatter her resolve.

Yet, as Qing Shuang listened, her expression didn't waver for a second.

There was nothing but a cold, detached desire to kill.

She slowly tightened her hand into a fist, her voice sounding like a freezing gale:

"The Ghost Race would rather die than crawl."

"The moment you chose to bow and trade your souls to the Demon Race..."

The Slaughter Law surrounding her suddenly surged, compressing and focusing entirely onto her knuckles!

"...you forfeited the right to call yourselves the Ghost Race!"

Before her voice even faded, Qing Shuang’s form blurred into a bolt of blood-red lightning, charging violently into the ranks of the Ghost Race!

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