My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 467 - 468: Daughter, Farewell!

The blade descended.

There was no blinding explosion of light or ear-splitting thunder.

Instead, a red-gold line appeared, refined to the absolute limit.

It detached from the edge of the massive sword, slicing through the fabric of space in total silence.

Wherever this line traveled, bizarre phenomena manifested.

The first things it encountered were the shadow tentacles dancing in a frenzy.

Like snowflakes hitting intense heat, they evaporated without a sound.

Thousands upon thousands of these tentacles vanished into thin air the moment the red-gold line swept across them.

Next came the terrifying force of the devouring pull.

With the black hole in the palm acting as its center, the twisting field of force had expanded like a massive vortex.

However, as the red-gold line carved into this field, the distorted space was violently straightened out.

The ferocious suction came to a sudden halt.

Even the black hole itself began to tremble, collapsing inward.

At last, the red-gold line reached its ultimate destination.

The hand of the Demon God, which spanned the heavens and radiated an infinite Demon Might.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant.

The dark vortex spinning within the pale eye on the Demon God’s palm suddenly grew rigid.

Then, it erupted in an incredibly violent surge!

"No—!! How dare you?!"

A grand, distorted roar filled with both fury and desperation echoed out.

But it was far too late.

Gently yet irresistibly, the red-gold line moved forward.

It sliced into the most unstable region of turbulent space—the point where the Demon God’s wrist connected to the transport vortex.

Zzz—!

A noise resembling the simultaneous snapping of billions of steel wires resounded.

In the wake of the red-gold line’s passage.

The demon patterns etched into the Demon God’s arm evaporated and faded rapidly, like morning dew under the sun.

The section where the cut occurred was perfectly smooth.

No blood sprayed out.

Instead, a thick, tar-like black substance gushed from the severed stump, smelling foul and radiating a chilling cold.

The moment it appeared, it began to aggressively corrode everything nearby, causing the very space to sizzle with decaying black holes.

"Graooaarrr——!!!!"

Following that was a roar that seemed to originate from the Nine Netherworld Hell.

It burst forth from the far end of the transport channel through the lingering connection of the severed limb!

This roar struck directly at the soul level.

Many of the angel warriors below, despite having fully deployed their guardian skills, began to bleed light golden blood from all seven orifices, their consciousnesses growing hazy.

The severed arm of the Demon God, over a hundred meters in length, lost its connection to the transport vortex entirely.

Deprived of the body's support, it could no longer sustain its power or form.

The severed limb began to twitch and warp violently.

The pale eye in its palm spun frantically, firing chaotic beams of black light.

These beams swept fruitlessly across the land and sky, leaving behind scorched paths burning with Demon Flame.

The demon patterns on the surface of the arm dimmed and crumbled away.

More importantly, the transport vortex—already weakened by Liu Li’s previous strike and the forced passage of the Demon God’s power—suffered a fatal blow!

"Snap! Crack—!"

The vortex itself emitted a sound of shattering under an unbearable load.

The swirling currents of dark purple energy became disordered and began to reverse.

The remaining magic stone pillars that formed the channel’s foundation blew up one by one, turning into black crystalline dust that scattered across the sky.

"Despicable ants... this hatred... I will remember!!!"

From the other side of the channel, the Demon God’s consciousness radiated pure unwillingness.

Finally, accompanied by a dull, massive roar.

The enormous transfer vortex contracted inward and collapsed.

It shrank into a tiny black dot, flickering for a brief moment before vanishing completely from the firmament.

All that remained was the massive severed arm in the sky, losing its vitality and disintegrating rapidly.

The red-gold giant sword in Liu Li’s hand slowly dissolved, turning back into pure energy as it returned to her body and the world.

Her twelve wings grew significantly dimmer, and her face turned slightly pale, with beads of sweat forming thickly on her forehead.

That single strike had nearly exhausted all her strength.

Silence.

A deathly silence gripped the area.

Then, it started with a single person.

A cheer that had been suppressed to the limit finally broke out in a cathartic cry:

"We won... We won!!!"

More shouts followed, erupting from the throats of the surviving members of the daredevil team.

Lanny watched everything unfold before her in a daze.

She watched the vortex vanish.

She watched the severed arm fall.

She watched Liu Li, who was exhausted but still stood proudly in the sky.

Eventually, her eyes moved to Gu Xing, who had approached her side without her noticing.

"Gu Xing... sir..."

Gu Xing gave Lanny a nod before shifting his gaze a short distance away.

The eerie black substance gushing from the Demon God’s severed arm was still there.

He could sense it....

If an ordinary Totem Level expert were to touch that substance.

They would be rapidly corroded and assimilated by it.

To truly deal with it.

Gu Xing looked toward Liu Li.

They could only wait for Liu Li to receive the recognition of this world and attain its Divine Position.

However, in that moment.

Lanny finally came to her senses and spoke with visible anxiety:

"Sir Gu Xing, Lord Liu Ye and the battlefield of the four Great Angels are still in extreme danger."

"Lord Liu Ye is holding off three Totem Tier Nine beings all by himself."

Hearing this, Gu Xing’s brow furrowed.

Liu Ye was fighting three Totem Tier Nine Demons alone?

He knew that aside from Liu Li and Vera, only they held invincible strength within the same rank.

For Liu Ye to hold back three meant...

He was throwing his life away.

The situation had already reached a critical point!

Liu Li grew tense the moment she heard this.

Without hesitation, Gu Xing immediately gave the command:

"Liu Li, go rescue them!"

...

On the other side of the field.

Liu Ye was down on one knee upon the scorched earth.

His Holy Sword was buried deep in the ground, serving as a support for his trembling body.

The golden wings on his back were almost entirely shattered.

Blood poured from dozens of wounds that reached the bone.

His helmet had long since been destroyed, revealing a face as white as paper, stained with blood but still showing firm resolve.

Only his eyes, once as sharp as an eagle's, were now somewhat lacking in focus.

"Cough cough..."

Every breath he took was choked with bloody foam; he could no longer even manage to hover.

In the air, three shadows circled, forming a triangle that locked him in place.

They were also in a much more disheveled state than when they started, covered in sword gashes and burn marks.

Yet their auras remained immense, and their eyes were filled with the mockery of a cat playing with a mouse.

"Tch tch, you truly are a War Angel, holding us back for this long."

"What a shame, it all ends here."

"Stop wasting your breath on him."

"Finish him quickly; something feels wrong with the Void Tunnel."

"If it somehow interferes with Lord Demon God’s arrival..."

"You're right. One final strike to send him off!"

At that moment, a hint of nostalgia appeared in Liu Ye's unfocused eyes.

Daughter...

Goodbye!

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