Ten minutes later, Central Plaza of the Holy City.

Laney stood at the forefront of the team, with the Angel Race gathered resolutely behind her.

Laney did not deliver a lengthy speech.

"Objective: The Demon Clan passageway that is about to collapse."

"Mission: Destroy it at all costs."

"Move out!"

After saying these words,

Laney was the first to spread her ten wings, charging ahead at the front!

...

Meanwhile.

Kieran Sinclair hovered in the air, surrounded by the dimming Fire Law.

His original battle armor was now covered in web-like cracks.

The left shoulder plate was completely shattered.

Exposing the lacerated, bone-deep wound beneath.

The dark purple Demonic Qi wriggled and corroded like a living thing at the wound’s edge.

Blood flowed along his arm, staining the Holy Sword he held tightly.

The eight golden wings behind him, symbolizing the highest glory of the Seraph, now lost their former luster.

The outermost pair of wings was already covered with dense cracks.

He breathed heavily, every breath causing his chest to rise and fall violently, tugging at dozens of wounds all over his body.

Opposite him, three shadows emitting overwhelming Demonic Qi surrounded him in a triangular formation.

"Hehehe... Seraph, quite a resonant name, and pretty tough bones too."

The Demon General in the center was the most burly, clad in menacing bone armor.

At this moment, he spoke with a teasing tone:

"But tough bones are only enjoyable to chew, aren’t they?"

The other two from the Demon Clan chimed in:

"I say, Kieran Sinclair, looking like that, who are you expecting to save you?"

"That new little queen of yours?"

"She might be hiding in some corner, scared enough to wet herself!"

"I suggest you stop struggling. At worst, we’ll let you go!"

But Kieran Sinclair didn’t respond to any of the taunts.

He didn’t even spare a glance at the three opponents.

His gaze went past them, looking towards the Holy City, catching sight of a silver torrent.

Almost instantly, he guessed who that silver torrent was.

However, he couldn’t stop it.

It was the limit.

He really... was reaching his limit.

"Cough... cough... cough!"

The sound of violent coughing erupted, and he spat out a mouthful of golden blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

He could feel his Life Force and Power rapidly slipping away.

"Tsk, seems you’re really done for."

"Alright, let’s send you on your way."

"Don’t worry, your Angel Race’s little queen will soon be down to accompany you."

After saying this, the three Demon Clansmen attacked instantly.

Almost the moment they moved, from deep within Kieran Sinclair’s originally dim pupils,

two blazing golden flames that could incinerate everything suddenly ignited!

Burning the essence!

This also meant he was at the breaking point!

On the other side of the battlefield with the four Great Angels, the situation was even more critical.

The Guardian Angels’ eight wings were left with only four more or less intact.

As for the Angel of Judgment, he lost his right hand that wielded a sword.

As for the other two Great Angels, their physical conditions weren’t any better.

And their opponents...

Two Totem Ninth Tier Demon Clan hovered not far away, watching them with leisurely interest.

"Useless, truly useless! Is this all that’s left of the Angel Race? Not even enough for us to warm up."

"Exactly! Wasn’t it said that the Angel Race was a powerful combat race? Why do you four only have this much capability?"

Facing the taunts of the two Demon Clansmen, the faces of the four Great Angels were extremely unsightly.

Yet they were powerless.

The Angel World never had a powerful opponent, which also led to their strength...

to be far weaker than the ordinary Totem Ninth Tier.

Moreover, due to their long-term pampered lifestyle...

their combat effectiveness was even weaker!

At this moment, the four exchanged glances, understanding in their hearts.

Perhaps today, the four of them would stay here.

However, at this moment,

not a single one of them chose to retreat.

Even though, in the past, they supported different successors.

But at this moment, all past disputes were set aside.

"Let’s all go together, even if it means dying, we must take them down with us!"

"That’s exactly what I’m thinking."

"Charge!"

...

Not far from the Holy City.

The enormous spatial vortex was already halfway formed.

Like an upside-down, constantly rotating purple abyss hanging in the sky.

Pure Demonic Qi dripped down like substantial liquid from the vortex’s center, corroding the earth with a nerve-wracking hiss.

Around the vortex, dozens of Demon Stone Pillars inscribed with Demon Patterns stood upright.

And guarding these Demon Crystal Pillars, apart from the Middle and Low-tier Demon Clan...

were two terrifying figures whose mere presence slightly distorted the surrounding space.

The suicide squad led by Laney paid a heavy price to break through the layers of outer defenses and reach this core area.

The original hundreds-strong team now had less than eighty remaining.

And each was wounded, nearly at their limit.

When the group saw those two figures, the aura of despair instantly swept over them.

Totem Ninth Tier!

Guarding the Void Passage here, there were actually two Totem Ninth Tier Demon Clansmen!

"Oh, there are little rats coming here!"

"Oh, no! It’s big rats!"

One of the Totem Ninth Tier members’ gaze fell on Laney, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

They were originally just here to prevent anyone from destroying this Void Passage.

After all, this Void Passage was to welcome the Demon God.

No mishaps could be allowed!

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain.

The queen of the Angel Race actually delivered herself to their doorstep!

"Your Majesty... we..."

The angel beside Laney had teeth slightly trembling.

This wasn’t fear, but the despair brought by such a vast power gap.

Faced with one Totem Ninth Tier, they might still be able to help Laney escape by sacrificing their lives.

But dealing with two at the same time...

However, Laney’s face was pale as paper, and her hand gripping the sword was turning white from exertion.

She hadn’t predicted that the Void Passage would have Demon Clan guardians, but she hadn’t expected it.

That there would be two Totem Ninth Tier Demon Clansmen guarding here!

Was there no hope?

"Form up!"

Laney bit down hard on her tongue, the pain and taste of blood snapping her back to clarity.

"Even if destined to die, we must die on the charging path! Target—the nearest Demon Crystal Pillar! Destroy one if we can!"

"By your command!"

The remaining warriors roared out their final defiance.

They knew this was like moths to a flame, but as the queen said...

This was their choice!

"Courageous yet utterly foolish."

One of the Demon Clansmen sneered, raising a hand, gathering terrifying energy within it.

"To commemorate your foolishness, I’ll give you a grand funeral with this!"

The next moment, dense Demonic Qi formed a cage, enveloping them all.

While in the other Demon Clansmen’s hand, the Demonic Qi condensed into terrifying black lightning.

The two Totem Ninth Tier attacked in unison.

Once this strike landed, Laney and the others had absolutely no hope of survival.

However, at that moment.

"Screeeeeeeech—!!!"

A sound like ripping cloth erupted abruptly, violently in the sky above them!

That wasn’t thunder, not an explosion.

That was... the sound of space itself being torn apart.

The two Demon Clansmen’s attacks froze in mid-air.

Laney and all the suicide squad members involuntarily looked up.

Then, they witnessed an unforgettably magnificent sight—

The sky, tainted by Demonic Qi and appearing dark purple.

Like a poor quality curtain, was forcibly torn open by an invisible yet incredibly sharp giant hand.

Right in the middle, a huge rift thousands of meters long was ripped open!

And at the center of that rift, a figure bathed in starlight gently descended.

...

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