Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue rushed over, their expressions freezing instantly at the horrific, hellish scene before them, quickly filling them with shock and rage.
"This is…"
Around Lucifer lay the corpses of the Spirit Hall members, roughly estimated to be at least several thousand.
The ground was stained crimson with blood, resembling a sea of blood, the stench so intense it was nauseating.
Lucifer, however, seemed detached, standing arrogantly in this bloody place, greedily absorbing the souls of the recently deceased.
"Delicious…"
With each soul he absorbed, the dark aura around him intensified, his expression growing increasingly satisfied.
He looked every bit the demon god who had crawled out of hell.
Qian Daoliu's eyes widened instantly, almost spitting fire as he stared intently at Lucifer, roaring,
"I told you you were the Child of Darkness! My prophecy was right..."
Lucifer was now wearing Qian Renshang's face, which further solidified Qian Daoliu's earlier judgment.
His body trembled slightly, partly from anger, and partly from sensing the terrifyingly powerful dark energy emanating from this "Qian Renshang."
"How is this possible..."
Qian Renxue was equally stunned by the scene before her, speechless.
Her lips trembled, her eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
She never imagined she would witness such a cruel and bloody scene.
Especially seeing that familiar face, her heart was filled with mixed emotions—fear of this atrocity, and a complex, indescribable feeling.
Hearing Qian Daoliu's roar, Lucifer slowly turned his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips:
"Qian Daoliu, who do you think you are? Just a self-righteous old fool."
His voice was icy and piercing, seemingly carrying endless malice; each word was like a sharp ice blade, stabbing straight into Qian Daoliu's heart.
Qian Daoliu, enraged, laughed coldly, his facial muscles twitching slightly with fury:
"You wretched creature, how dare you be so arrogant! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and eliminate this scourge!"
Before his words even finished, the six-winged angel martial spirit behind Qian Daoliu instantly manifested, its golden light illuminating the dark, murderous city like a blazing sun.
A divine aura surged from his body, clashing with the dark power surrounding Lucifer. The two opposing forces collided in the air, producing a hissing sound.
Qian Daoliu knew the strength of his enemy and dared not be careless.
He took a deep breath, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, chanting incantations.
Immediately, a golden longsword appeared in his hand, runes flashing across its blade, radiating an awe-inspiring aura.
This sword was formed from the power of his martial soul, carrying the divine power of his decades of cultivation and the angelic martial soul.
At the same time, Qian Daoliu unleashed the angelic divine skill "Light of Judgment."
He looked up at the sky, a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and roared:
"Judgment descends!"
Instantly, dark clouds filled the sky, and a thick golden pillar of light descended from the heavens, like a golden dragon, carrying a world-destroying momentum, crashing down upon Lucifer.
Where the beam of light passed, space rippled as if boiling water had been poured.
While launching the attack, Qian Daoliu closely observed Lucifer's every move.
His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, trying to catch a flaw in Lucifer's expression and actions.
(End of Chapter)
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