My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 509 - 510: Beyond Divine Level
Previously on My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel...
Sounds faded away completely.
Movements came to a complete stop.
At the heart of this chaotic battlefield hanging on the edge of total annihilation, a silhouette quietly materialized.
No warning, no ripples in space, no waves of energy.
She just stood there, present.
As though she had always belonged in that spot.
As if the world's impending doom and renewal, the clash and erasure of natural laws, were nothing more than trivial scenery beneath her.
Clad in a dark robe, her lengthy tresses cascaded like the deepest shadows of midnight.
Her features were shrouded in a gentle glow, vague and unclear.
The most striking aspect was her gaze,
ebony, utterly ebony!
She simply remained motionless, releasing no aura whatsoever, but compelling the entire scene into stillness.
Upon spotting this silhouette, the once-ferocious Shadow Giant halted in its tracks.
The intense Demonic Qi had stripped away its capacity for thought.
However, at the core of its essence, it shuddered instinctively before this presence.
Liu Li froze too when she beheld this figure.
Having merged the strength of seven Divinities, she still felt like a mere rivulet confronting an infinite sea in front of this woman in black.
A profound feeling of helplessness welled up inside her!
Furthermore, she faintly detected an odd link between her own abilities and those of the dark-robed woman!
"First... Demon God?"
Long Qingyan whispered faintly, her tone carrying a subtle rasp.
As the Guardian Beast with the longest lifespan.
She was well aware that ten Demon Gods resided in the Demon Abyss.
Among those, the First Demon God stood as the most enigmatic and fearsome being.
Confronting the First Demon God now, Long Qingyan's emotions ran deep.
Her Divine Level strength felt like that of a mere insect compared to the other.
Vera, Qing Shuang, and the rest displayed utmost gravity in their expressions.
The aura emanating from this abruptly arrived woman surpassed the Shadow Giant's terror by far.
Approaching a realm of absolute control over existence!
Gu Xing's eyes locked onto the woman in black, his earlier fighting spirit rapidly fading, replaced by solemnity.
The unfolding events had utterly surpassed his predictions!
What had emerged before them...
was truly the First Demon God!
He had assumed he would only encounter this supreme lord of the Demon Abyss after overcoming all other Demon Gods.
But against all odds...
She followed no standard paths!
Trouble was now imminent!
In that instant, the dark-robed woman's eyes indifferently scanned the area.
Passing over the immobile Shadow Giant, her expression stayed neutral, treating it like an ordinary pebble on the path.
Ultimately, her stare fixed on Gu Xing.
Beneath those pitch-black orbs, Gu Xing sensed his very spirit laid bare.
His history, his now, his tomorrows—all laid exposed without refuge.
"Enough disorder."
She uttered, her tone otherworldly and even.
Still, it resonated distinctly in every mind present, "We conclude this now."
With those four words uttered, an unseen force swept through the battlefield.
Liu Li let out a muffled sound, the energy inside her—blended from seven Divinities and freshly surpassing Divine Level...
The immense chaotic barrier shattered right away, collapsing like a tower lacking any base!
Seven separate Divine lights broke free from her form against her will, each flowing back into Long Qingyan, Vera, Qing Shuang, Tushan Yueli, Sally, Lilith, and Fei Yue.
Liu Li's presence plummeted, her complexion grew ashen, and the spectral twelve wings at her back swiftly lost their luster and disappeared, reverting to normal.
Traces of astonishment and frailty remained in her eyes alone.
At the same time, the Shadow Giant, infused with the core of seven Demon Gods, experienced profound shifts.
The shadowy Demonic Qi forming its frame appeared torn apart by an unseen force, all traces of Demon Gods wailing as they were peeled off.
The enormous shadow shrank swiftly and divided.
In the end, it reformed into the exhausted, altered figures of the seven Demon Gods—from the Second to the Eighth.
The instant these seven Demon Gods materialized, they ignored their debilitation entirely.
Without delay, they prostrated themselves in the emptiness before the woman in black.
Their immense forms quivered faintly with dread.
The shadowy essence of the Second Demon God fluctuated the most intensely.
Its mental pulses conveyed terror:
"Master! We have failed you, unable to protect the Demon Abyss domain, forcing your intervention—punish us as you see fit!"
Yet the woman in black never turned her attention their way.
As if these venerable seven Demon Gods were mere trivial passersby.
Her stare stayed steadily on Gu Xing the whole time.
"For this round, the Demon Abyss yields."
Her voice kept its ethereal evenness, free of any sentiment, but it hammered into Gu Xing's core like a massive weight.
"However, the following encounter won't favor you so much."
"Yield? Following one?"
Gu Xing's eyes narrowed sharply, his chest tightening as if gripped by an invisible force.
A wave of surreal disbelief washed over him fully.
All the losses, the fierce struggles up to this moment, reduced to a mere setback to dismiss?
A contest that could simply restart whenever?
And they, including the deceased Demon God, even this realm itself, reduced to disposable tokens in such a contest?
An overwhelming wrath ignited and raged within Gu Xing's heart!
This represented the deepest bitterness and fury against all endeavors being dismissed, against lives being utterly disregarded!
His eyes bored into the hazy visage of the black-gowned woman, striving to see past that veil of light.
The black-gowned woman appeared to perceive the intense fury boiling in Gu Xing's soul.
Her deep-black eyes shifted faintly, locking with his.
"You feel unsatisfied?"
Not an inquiry, merely a straightforward declaration.
Then, she lifted her right hand casually, flicking it toward the emptiness.
"Crack——!!!"
The whole eighth layer of the Demon Abyss, this realm barely held back from utter ruin.
Together with the surviving peaks, ground, spatial frameworks, and even the basic laws sustaining it...
Beneath the stunned stares of Gu Xing and his allies, it abruptly broke apart, fragmented, and dissolved into myriad sparkling specks!
Not mere ruin, but total obliteration!
As though this eternal domain of the Demon God had never truly been.
And as the eighth layer of the Demon Abyss erased entirely, the form of the prostrated eighth Demon God went rigid suddenly.
Without a single cry, it silently dissolved into nothing.
Its divine seat crumbled, its being wiped out.
The other six prostrated Demon Gods shook fiercely, pressing their heads down further.
Even their mental emanations fell deathly quiet, their terror at its zenith.
And the instant after.
The woman in black softly curled her fingers once more.
The scattered motes in the air, embodying the eighth layer of the Demon Abyss's reality.
As if flowing backward in time, they surged wildly toward her hand, condensing, reforming!
In a mere instant, a tiny replica of the eighth layer of the Demon Abyss, exactly as it was, spun gently in her grasp.
And inside that replica, a dark spot formed, swelled rapidly, and molded, finally becoming the eighth Demon God anew.
In a snap, a layer of the Demon Abyss vanishes, a Demon God perishes.
With a mere gesture, the realm rebuilds, the lost Demon God restores!
This display utterly transcended what Gu Xing and the others could grasp.
It went beyond mere power disparity, embodying complete dominion over all.
Transcending every limit!
She could forge or unmake at her leisure.
The black-gowned woman cradled the small Demon Abyss model and the writhing eighth Demon God inside it in her hand.
Her pitch-black eyes regarded Gu Xing coldly, her voice so serene it sent shivers:
"Were it not for my earlier pact with her, a simple motion from me would have wiped you out already."
She inclined her head a bit, her manner holding a trace of detached pity:
"Do you truly believe you possess the right... to stand before me and converse on equal terms?"
As her words landed, an intangible force pressed down like the cosmos's full burden...
Descending heavily on Gu Xing and every Guardian Beast at his back!
In that split second, it felt like the world itself spurned them.
As though the very next breath would see them erased from reality!
Gu Xing clenched his jaw tightly, his frame creaking under the crushing load.
His spirit seemed on the verge of being drawn in, pulverized by those absolute black depths.
Nevertheless, he held his stance firm, meeting that gaze capable of shattering gods.
The blaze of rage in his eyes refused to dim; instead, amid that supreme strain, it hardened into icier, unyielding resolve.
He understood the truth in her words.
Against such a being, their present might amounted to nothing more than specks.
Yet, what of it?
"Not at present..."
Gu Xing's voice rasped under the tremendous weight, but he forced out each syllable distinctly through clenched teeth:
"That doesn't guarantee... it won't change later."
"The laws governing... this realm."
"In the next round..."
He lifted his chin, staring boldly and steadily into those utter black eyes:
"I shall shatter them myself."
It was just a steady assertion, brimming with resolve stronger than any oath.
The woman in black observed him silently.
Within her absolute black eyes, a subtle disturbance appeared.
Like a pebble dropped into timeless, still depths.
After a brief hush, she offered no reply, merely drawing back her stare gradually.
The hand grasping the tiny Demon Abyss squeezed softly, and the image plus the restored eighth Demon God melted into a thread of dark mist, fading to oblivion.
As if the spectacle of world-ending and life-restoring was just a fleeting mote brushed aside.
"Only should you gain such strength!"
With those cryptic parting words.
Her form began to fade, just as mysteriously as it had arrived.
Yet in this very moment...
A white-clad silhouette abruptly emerged.
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