The sword fell.

There was no dazzling light explosion, no deafening roar.

Only a finely condensed red-gold line.

It detached from the blade of the giant sword, silently slicing through space.

Wherever the line passed, strange phenomena occurred.

The first to be touched were the wildly dancing shadow tendrils.

They silently vanished as if they were snowflakes meeting intense heat.

Hundreds and thousands of tendrils disappeared cleanly into the air as the red-gold line swept by.

Next, it was the terrifying devouring suction force.

Centered around a black hole in the palm, the distorted field extended like a vortex.

But when the red-gold line cut into this force field, the twisted space was forcibly straightened.

The violent suction abruptly halted.

The black hole itself even began to collapse inward and tremble.

Finally, the red-gold line reached its actual target.

The hand of the Demon God, which spanned the sky and emitted endless demon power.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment at this point.

The rotating dark vortex in the white eye of the Demon God’s palm suddenly froze.

Then it erupted with unbelievable violent fluctuations!

"No—!! How dare you?!"

The grand, distorted roar became instantly furious.

But, it was too late.

The red-gold line, lightly yet irresistibly.

Sliced into the most unstable and spatially chaotic region where the Demon God’s wrist connected with the teleportation vortex.

Zi—!

A teeth-chattering sound rang out, as if millions of wires snapped simultaneously.

Where the red-gold line passed.

The demon patterns on the Demon God’s arm evaporated and dimmed rapidly, like dew under sunlight.

And at the cross-section where the line cut through, an absolute smoothness was presented.

No blood spurted out.

What poured out from the break was a thick, tar-like black viscous substance, emitting a nauseating stench and chilling cold.

Upon its appearance, it began to madly erode everything around, even corroding the space into sizzling black holes.

"Roar—!!!!"

Then came a howl like one from The Netherworld.

It erupted suddenly from the other end of the teleportation channel, through the broken arm’s residual connection with the vortex!

This howl directly impacted the soul level.

Many angelic warriors below, even with all their guardian skills released, bled pale gold from their seven orifices, their consciousness blurring.

And the severed, hundred-meter-long arm of the Demon God lost its connection to the teleportation vortex completely.

Deprived of support from its body, it could no longer maintain its form and power.

The severed arm began to convulse and twist intensely.

The white eye in the palm whirled madly, shooting chaotic black beams.

They futilely swept across the sky and earth, leaving scorched marks burning with demon flames.

The demon patterns on the arm’s surface rapidly dimmed and disintegrated.

More crucially, the teleportation vortex, already destabilized by Lazuli’s previous strikes and the forceful passage of the Demon God’s power, suffered a catastrophic blow at this moment!

"Crack! Crack—!"

The vortex emitted the sound of overwhelming fragmentation.

The swirling dark purple energy flow began to disorderly reverse.

The remaining demon stone pillars forming the channel’s foundation exploded one by one, turning into black crystal dust scattered in the air.

"Wretched ants... This grudge... I will remember!!!"

The intent of the Demon God on the other side of the channel was filled with unwillingness.

Ultimately, with a heavy bang.

The giant teleportation vortex abruptly contracted inward and collapsed.

Finally turning into a tiny black dot, which flickered, then vanished entirely from the sky.

Leaving only the large severed arm quickly losing vitality and disintegrating in the sky.

Afterwards, the red-gold giant sword in Lazuli’s hand slowly dissipated, transforming back into pure energy, returning between her body and the heavens and earth.

Her twelve wings dimmed considerably, her face slightly pale, and even fine beads of sweat emerged on her forehead.

The strike just now had nearly drained all her power.

Silence.

A deathly silence enveloped the place.

Then, it was unknown who started first.

A cheer suppressed to the extreme, finally bursting forth like a release:

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

Immediately, more shouts erupted from the mouths of the surviving squad members.

Laney stared blankly at all that was happening in front of her.

Watching the dispersing vortex.

Watching the falling severed arm.

Watching Lazuli in the sky, exhausted yet still proudly standing.

Lastly, her gaze fell on Aster Grant, who at some point had arrived by her side.

"Aster... my lord..."

Aster nodded towards Laney and then cast his gaze some distance away.

Where remnants of the bizarre black substance from the Demon God’s severed arm remained.

He could feel....

Ordinary Totem Level warriors, once encountering that substance.

Would be assimilated and eroded by it at extreme speed.

But to deal with it.

Aster’s gaze fell on Lazuli.

Only when Lazuli gains the recognition of this world and obtains this world’s divine position will it be possible.

However, just at this moment.

Laney finally regained her senses and somewhat anxiously spoke:

"Aster, Kieran Sinclair, and the battlefield of the four great Angels is still extremely dangerous."

"Kieran Sinclair is holding off three Tier Nine Totem beings alone."

Hearing this, Aster furrowed his brow.

Kieran Sinclair holding off three Tier Nine demon clan members?

It’s known that only Lazuli and Vera have an undefeated power in the same tier.

But for Kieran Sinclair to hold off three, it means...

He is fighting desperately.

The situation is extremely critical!

Lazuli also became tense upon hearing this.

Thus, Aster didn’t hesitate and immediately issued an order:

"Lazuli, save them!"

...

Elsewhere.

Kieran Sinclair knelt on one knee on a charred piece of land.

The Holy Sword was deeply embedded in the ground, supporting his wavering body.

The golden wings on his back were almost completely broken.

Blood gushed from dozens of deep wounds that reached the bone.

His helmet had long since shattered, revealing his paper-white, blood-stained yet resolute face.

But the once eagle-sharp eyes were now somewhat unfocused.

"Cough, cough..."

Each breath came with bloody foam, unable to even maintain the most basic levitation.

In the air, three shadows hovered, forming a triangle to firmly lock him in.

Their condition was also much more battered than initially, bearing sword marks and burns of varying depths.

But their aura remained robust, eyes filled with a cat-and-mouse-like mockery.

"Tsk tsk, truly worthy of a Seraph, held us off for so long."

"Too bad, this is where it ends."

"Stop wasting words on him."

"Finish him quickly, something seems to have happened at the Void Passage."

"If it affects the arrival of the Demon God..."

"True, the final blow, send him on his way!"

At this moment, Lazuli’s unfocused gaze held a hint of reminiscence.

Daughter...

Goodbye!

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