My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 471 - 472: The Human Race Will Surely Prevail!

Meanwhile.

Deep within the seventh layer of the Demon Abyss, a massive palace complex forged from volcanic lava and bleached bones dominated the landscape.

At this moment, a suffocating aura of savage fury permeated the main hall.

"Roar——!!!!"

A thunderous cry erupted from the heart of the fortress.

The vibration was so intense that the entire Demon Palace and the surrounding lands for thousands of miles shuddered violently.

Countless Low Tier demonic creatures serving the palace were instantly obliterated by the soundwave, their forms dissolving into raw Demonic Qi that the structure greedily inhaled.

Upon the throne within the hall, a colossal figure that had been resting previously now rose to his feet.

This was E Sha, the Demon God who had recently attempted to breach the Angel Realm through a flawed portal, only to have his limb severed by the blade of Liu Li...

His actual appearance was far more ghastly than the single arm he had manifested before.

Towering hundreds of feet into the air, his body was a nightmare of shifting, coiled shadows and flesh that was trapped in a constant cycle of rot and regeneration, all bristling with bone spurs that gave off a cold, metallic glint.

Six jagged, mismatched horns jutted from his skull.

While a swirling mist of chaos masked his facial features, six burning purple eyes pierced through the gloom.

And right now, on his right side where the shoulder met the torso, there was nothing but a gruesome, jagged stump.

Corrosive, dark purple Demon Blood leaked from the wound, where stubborn remnants of Destruction Energy still flickered at the edges of the mangled flesh.

"Insolent ants... to think they would dare to harm me!!!"

E Sha's murderous intent rippled across the entire seventh layer of the Demon Abyss, the rage in his six eyes becoming almost physical in its intensity.

"That Angel... that blade..."

"And that loathsome sensation of world augmentation... I have etched it into my memory!"

"When we meet again, I shall rip out your souls and subject them to eternal agony!"

"I will consume that entire world!"

Driven by his fury, the Demonic Qi surrounding him began to churn wildly.

It transformed into cascading waves of black destruction, mindlessly obliterating everything within his domain.

This massive disturbance did not go unnoticed by certain observers who were not of the Demon Race.

On the outskirts of the Demon Palace, hidden within a makeshift outpost built into a derelict mine, a small group of humans watched.

Dressed in tattered rags and with their faces coated in specialized mud to mask their scent from the Demonic Qi, they worked in silence.

They held their breath, peering through crude gaps in the rock at the trembling Demon Palace shrouded in dark mist.

Rather than showing terror toward the demonic entities, their eyes reflected a sense of clinical observation and a spark of hidden excitement.

"The Demon God's presence is unstable... he's in a state of extreme rage... the area around the palace is nearly leveled..."

One individual whispered, documenting the observations with haste.

"There is no doubt. E Sha has sustained a genuine injury, and a severe one at that!"

"To provoke a Demon God to this degree, the wound must be critical! Do you think another Demon God attacked him?"

"Unlikely," the middle-aged man leading the group replied while shaking his head.

"It is rare for Demon Gods to fight one another. Besides, I detected a spatial tremor earlier."

"This wound was likely inflicted on a different plane of existence! Though we shouldn't dismiss other theories yet."

"Regardless of the cause, we must transmit this intelligence. Let the leader make the final call!"

"Understood!"

Following his order, the others gave a silent nod of agreement.

They vanished into the shadows like ghosts, retreating into the deeper tunnels of their hidden base.

The report was relayed through several hands until it eventually reached a highly guarded ruin deep in the Demon Abyss.

This location served as a sanctuary, known to its inhabitants as... Emerald Flame!

It was the primary hub for the surviving remnants of the Human Race within the Demon Abyss.

The message was brought to a modest stone dwelling at the heart of the settlement.

Inside, a figure draped in a heavy black robe stood in the shadows, staring at a rough stone wall in contemplation.

Two meticulously kept portraits were displayed on that wall.

The portrait on the left showed a handsome, black-haired youth with a look of firm resolve. This was Gu Xing.

Next to his image, several cryptic prophecies and notes were carved in an ancient tongue.

The portrait on the right featured a stunning woman with long, chestnut-colored hair. Her expression was one of warmth and kindness; she was Little Lizi.

The messenger knelt on one knee and reported with deep respect: "Leader, it has been confirmed. E Sha is gravely wounded, and his fury is causing massive tremors throughout the Demon Abyss."

The robed figure gave a slight shiver.

A Demon God had been seriously hurt?

Once the validity of the report was settled, the breathing under the dark hood grew momentarily rapid.

It took a long time for her to regain her composure before she dismissed the messenger with a wave of her hand.

Silence returned to the stone hut, save for the flickering of a single candle that cast a long, dancing shadow against the wall.

She moved slowly toward the wall where the images of Gu Xing and Little Lizi hung.

Reaching out with a delicate hand, she softly traced the lines of Little Lizi’s face.

"Ancestor..."

Her voice was clear and melodic, yet it carried a heavy weight of uncertainty.

"The Savior you spoke of, the one destined to lead us out of the dark and crush the Demon God... does such a person truly exist?"

She turned her gaze toward the likeness of Gu Xing.

"Following the path you left for us, we of Emerald Flame have spent years searching, scouring the most treacherous pits of the Demon Abyss..."

"But we have found no sign of Lord Gu Xing. Is it possible that he has already..."

She cut herself off, unable to voice the grim thought.

After a heavy silence, she began to whisper about the struggles of the past years.

"For all this time, I have led Emerald Flame, hiding like vermin in the cracks of this hell."

"The Demon Abyss is vast, and the Demon Gods possess overwhelming power."

"Every move we make is fraught with peril. Our victories are small, yet our losses are constant..."

"Is there really a hope for triumph? Is it truly possible for humanity to see the sun again?"

The stone wall offered no answers, and the portraits remained mute.

Only the soft pop of the candle flame accompanied her solitary silhouette.

Eventually, she seemed to shake off her despair, her eyes hardening with renewed purpose.

Pulling back her hood, she revealed a face of breathtaking beauty.

Silken chestnut hair fell gracefully over her shoulders. Her features were perfectly sculpted, and her skin was so pale it seemed to shimmer against the gloom of the abyss.

Her eyes, though clouded with worry, were a mirror image of those in Little Lizi’s portrait.

She looked remarkably like the ancestor in the painting—perhaps seventy or eighty percent identical.

She was the direct bloodline descendant of Little Lizi and the current commander of the resistance known as "Emerald Flame"... Li Xin.

"Whatever the case..."

Li Xin exhaled deeply and pulled the hood back over her head, hiding her striking features once more.

"E Sha's condition is an opportunity we cannot ignore!"

"No matter who caused that wound, it proves that a Demon God can bleed."

"We have to use this chance to find a way to bring them down!"

She stepped over to a small desk in the corner and began writing new directives with haste.

"Maintain a constant watch on E Sha and his demonic legions."

"Reach out to the other cells, pool our intelligence, and find a weakness in the Demon God."

"The Human Race will not fall!"

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