My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel - Chapter 471 - 472: The Human Race Will Surely Prevail!
Chapter 471: Chapter 472: The Human Race Will Surely Prevail!
At the same time.
In the depths of the seventh layer of the Demon Abyss, a sprawling palace complex constructed of bones and lava.
The main hall was currently suffused with an aura of violent rage.
“Roar——!!!!”
A roar exploded from the deepest part of the palace.
The entire Demon Palace and the lands for thousands of miles around trembled violently.
Countless Low Tier demonic creatures affiliated with this place disintegrated under the roar, transforming into pure Demonic Qi absorbed by the palace.
On the throne in the palace, a huge figure that was originally seated had now stood up.
He was the Demon God who previously attempted to descend to the Angel Realm through an incomplete passage but had his arm severed by Liu Li’s sword…
E Sha.
His true form was even more terrifying than the arm he extended.
His body stood hundreds of feet tall.
Composed of countless twisting, writhing shadows, constantly decaying and reborn flesh, and bone spurs that gleamed with a metallic chill.
Three pairs of menacing, uneven horns protruded from his head.
His face was obscured by roiling chaotic mist, only the six blazing purple eyes were clearly visible.
And at this moment.
The place on his right shoulder where the arm once connected.
There was only an ugly wound, dripping corrosive dark purple Demon Blood.
A few persistent strands of Destruction Energy lingered at the wound’s edge.
“Insolent ants… dare to wound me!!!”
E Sha’s intent shook the entire seventh layer of the Demon Abyss, with the fury in his six eyes almost becoming tangible.
“That Angel… that sword…”
“And that detestable aura of world augmentation… I’ve remembered it all!”
“The next time I see you all, I will extract your souls and torment them for eternity!”
“Devour that world completely!”
In his wrath, the Demonic Qi around him surged violently.
Transforming into torrents of pitch-black destruction, indiscriminately ravaging everything within the territory.
And this anomaly naturally caught the attention of certain non-Demon Race beings.
On the outskirts of the Demon Palace, in a covert and makeshift base formed from an abandoned mine.
A few humans clad in worn-out clothing, their faces smeared with special mud to block Demonic Qi.
Held their breath in intense concentration, observing through rough observation holes.
They gazed toward the direction of the Demon Palace, which was wreathed in Demonic Qi and continuously trembling.
In their eyes, there was no fear of the demonic creatures, only calm observation and a hint of suppressed excitement.
“The Demon God’s aura is in disarray… extremely angry… the Demon Palace area almost destroyed…”
One person spoke in a low voice, quickly recording everything observed.
“No doubt about it, E Sha is really injured, and quite seriously at that!”
“To anger a Demon God to this extent, the damage must be significant! Could it be the work of another Demon God?”
“Unlikely.”
The leading middle-aged man shook his head.
“It’s improbable for Demon Gods to clash with each other, I sensed a spatial fluctuation earlier.”
“This injury likely occurred on another plane! But we can’t rule out other possibilities either.”
“Still, regardless, we should send the intel back and let the leader decide!”
“Yes!”
Upon hearing this command, the others responded in unison.
Then, like shadows, they melted into the darkness, stealthily moving to the deeper parts of the base.
This piece of intel was passed on multiple times until it finally reached a very concealed relic deep within the Demon Abyss.
This place was a camp.
Known as…
Emerald Flame!
The most central base for the remaining forces of the Human Race in Demon Abyss.
The intel was delivered to a simple stone hut at the center of the camp.
Inside the hut, a figure clad in a large black robe, shrouded in shadows, contemplated in front of a rough stone wall.
On the wall hung two carefully preserved portraits.
The left portrait depicted a young, determined black-haired man with a handsome face.
This was Gu Xing.
Beside the portrait, some vague prophecies and descriptions were inscribed in ancient script.
The right portrait was of a beautiful woman with long chestnut hair.
Her smile was gentle and sweet, and she was none other than Little Lizi.
The warrior who delivered the report kneeled on one knee and spoke respectfully:
“Leader, it’s confirmed that E Sha is severely injured, causing large-scale tremors in the Demon Abyss.”
The black-robed figure trembled slightly.
The Demon God was severely injured?
After verifying the authenticity of this news, the breath beneath the broad hood seemed to quicken for a moment.
She calmed down for a long time before waving her hand to let the reporting warrior withdraw.
Inside the stone hut, silence resumed, with only the dim candlelight flickering, casting her shadow long on the stone wall.
She slowly walked to the stone wall where the portraits of Gu Xing and Little Lizi hung.
Then extended her slender fingers, gently brushing over Little Lizi’s portrait.
“Ancestor…”
She spoke softly, her voice crisp and pleasant, yet tinged with a sense of confusion.
“The Savior you spoke of who could lead us out of darkness and defeat the Demon God… does he truly exist?”
Her gaze shifted to Gu Xing’s portrait:
“According to the clues you left behind, we at Emerald Flame have searched for many years, traversing countless dangerous corners of the Demon Abyss…”
“Yet we have never found any trace of Lord Gu Xing, could it be that he’s already…”
She paused, not voicing that speculation.
Instead, after a long silence, she poured out the hardships of these years.
“All these years, I’ve been leading Emerald Flame, surviving like mice in the crevices of the Demon Abyss.”
“The Demon Abyss is too vast, the Demon Gods too powerful.”
“Every action we take is cautious, every gain insignificant, yet the sacrifices never cease…”
“Can I truly see hope for victory?”
“Is there truly a possibility for the Human Race to return to the light?”
The stone wall remained silent, the portraits offered no words.
Only the candlelight crackled, reflecting her lonely silhouette.
After a long while, she seemed to break free from her despondency, her eyes once again filled with determination.
She removed the large hood, revealing an astonishing visage.
Chestnut hair like the finest silk, draped smoothly over her shoulders.
Her features were exquisitely beautiful, her skin so fair it seemed to emit its own glow in the gloom of the Demon Abyss.
Especially her eyes, identical to those in Little Lizi’s portrait, even though full of worry, they remained breathtakingly beautiful.
Her appearance bore a seven to eight-tenths resemblance to the portrait of Little Lizi.
She was the direct descendant of Little Lizi.
And the current leader of the Human Race resistance organization “Emerald Flame” in the Demon Abyss…
Li Xin.
“No matter what…”
Li Xin took a deep breath, donned the hood again, concealing her overly striking appearance.
“E Sha’s injury is an opportunity!”
“No matter who wounded him, it proves that the Demon God is not invincible.”
“We must seize this opportunity to find a way to defeat the Demon God!”
She walked over to the simple desk in the corner of the stone hut, beginning to rapidly draft new orders.
“Continue tightly monitoring E Sha and his subordinate demon forces’ movements.”
“Contact other bases, share intelligence, find a way to defeat the Demon God.”
“The Human Race will definitely prevail!”
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