My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 467 - 468: Daughter, Farewell!

The blade descended.

There was no blinding flash of light, nor was there any ear-splitting boom.

Instead, a single, incredibly refined line of red-gold appeared.

It detached from the edge of the massive sword, cutting through the fabric of space in total silence.

Strange phenomena manifested wherever that line traveled.

The first things it encountered were the shadow tentacles, which had been dancing in a frenzy.

They evaporated without a sound, like snowflakes hitting a searing flame.

As the red-gold line swept across, thousands of tentacles were erased from existence, vanishing into thin air.

The terrifying devouring pull was the next to be affected.

Centered on the black hole within the palm, a twisting force field had expanded like a cyclone.

However, as the red-gold line sliced into this field, the warped space was forcibly realigned.

The violent suction came to a sudden halt.

Even the black hole itself began to shudder and collapse inward.

At last, the red-gold line reached its ultimate destination.

It struck the hand of the Demon God, which spanned the heavens and radiated an infinite Demon Might.

Time appeared to freeze in that instant.

The dark vortex spinning within the pale eye on the Demon God’s palm suddenly grew rigid.

Then, it erupted in an incredibly violent surge!

"No—!! How dare you?!"

A distorted, grand roar filled the air, saturated with fury and hopelessness.

But it was far too late.

The red-gold line moved gently yet with an irresistible force.

It cut into the most unstable region—the area of turbulent space where the Demon God’s wrist met the transport vortex.

Zzz—!

A sound like the simultaneous snapping of billions of steel wires resonated.

In the wake of the red-gold line, the demon patterns on the Demon God’s arm faded and evaporated instantly, like morning dew under the sun.

The section where the cut occurred was perfectly smooth.

No blood sprayed out.

Instead, a thick, tar-like black substance gushed from the stump—a foul-smelling, freezing, and sticky liquid.

The moment it appeared, it began to corrode its environment aggressively, causing the very space to sizzle with decaying black holes.

"Graooaarrr——!!!!"

A roar then erupted, seemingly originating from the Nine Netherworld Hell.

It burst through the remaining connection of the severed limb from the far side of the transport channel!

This roar struck directly at the soul.

Many angel warriors on the ground below, despite having their guardian skills fully active, began to bleed light-golden blood from their seven orifices as their consciousness grew dim.

The severed arm of the Demon God, over a hundred meters in length, lost its connection to the transport vortex entirely.

Without the support of its main body, it could no longer sustain its power or physical form.

The detached limb began to twitch and warp violently.

The pale eye in the palm spun frantically, firing chaotic beams of black light.

These beams swept across the sky and the earth aimlessly, leaving behind scorched trails of burning Demon Flame.

The demon patterns on the arm’s surface quickly lost their luster and crumbled away.

More importantly, the transport vortex—already weakened by Liu Li’s previous strike and the strain of the Demon God’s power—suffered a final, catastrophic blow!

"Snap! Crack—!"

The vortex itself emitted the sound of something shattering under an unbearable load.

The swirling currents of dark purple energy became chaotic and began to reverse.

The remaining magic stone pillars that served as the channel's anchor points exploded one by one, disintegrating into black crystalline dust that filled the sky.

"Despicable ants... this hatred... I will remember!!!"

From the other side of the portal, the Demon God’s consciousness radiated pure unwillingness.

Finally, accompanied by a dull, massive boom, the giant transfer vortex contracted inward and collapsed.

It shrunk into a tiny black speck, flickering for a heartbeat before vanishing completely into the heavens.

Only the massive severed arm remained in the sky, rapidly losing its life force and breaking apart.

The red-gold giant sword in Liu Li’s hand slowly dissolved, turning back into pure energy as it returned to her body and the surrounding world.

Her twelve wings grew significantly dimmer; her face was pale, and thick beads of sweat covered her forehead.

That single strike had nearly depleted all her strength.

Silence.

A deathly stillness took hold.

Then, starting with an unknown voice, a long-suppressed cheer finally broke out into a cathartic scream:

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

More shouts followed, erupting from the surviving members of the daredevil squad.

Lanny watched the scene unfold before her in a daze.

She watched the vortex vanish.

She watched the severed arm fall.

She watched Liu Li, who remained standing proudly in the sky despite her exhaustion.

Eventually, her eyes moved to Gu Xing, who had appeared by her side without her noticing.

"Gu Xing... sir..."

Gu Xing gave Lanny a nod before shifting his gaze to a spot nearby.

The eerie black substance that had poured from the Demon God’s arm was still there.

He could sense it....

If an ordinary Totem Level expert were to even touch that stuff, they would be swiftly assimilated and eaten away by it.

To deal with it, Gu Xing looked back at Liu Li.

They could only wait for Liu Li to be recognized by this world and ascend to the Divine Position of this realm.

However, at that exact moment, Lanny shook off her shock and spoke with urgency:

"Sir Gu Xing, Lord Liu Ye and the battlefield of the four Great Angels are still in grave danger."

"Lord Liu Ye is fighting off three Totem Tier Nine entities all by himself."

Gu Xing’s brow furrowed at this news.

Liu Ye was holding back three Totem Tier Nine Demons alone?

He knew that aside from Liu Li and Vera, they were the only ones who possessed invincible power at that rank.

For Liu Ye to be stalling three of them meant... he was throwing his life away.

The situation had become extremely dire!

Liu Li grew tense the moment she heard this.

Without a moment's hesitation, Gu Xing gave the command:

"Liu Li, go rescue them!"

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Elsewhere.

Liu Ye was on one knee upon the scorched earth.

His Holy Sword was driven deep into the ground, acting as a brace for his trembling body.

The golden wings on his back were nearly all shattered.

Blood flowed from dozens of gashes that went down to the bone.

His helmet had long since been destroyed, revealing a face as white as paper, smeared with blood but still full of resolve.

Only his eyes, which used to be as sharp as an eagle's, were now beginning to lose their focus.

"Cough cough..."

With every breath, bloody foam escaped his lips; he couldn't even manage to hover anymore.

Three shadows drifted in the air, forming a triangle that pinned him in place.

They looked much more disheveled than when they started, covered in sword wounds and burn marks.

Yet, their auras remained immense, and their eyes were filled with the mockery of a cat playing with a mouse.

"Tch tch, you truly are a War Angel, keeping us at bay for this long."

"A shame, but this is the end."

"Stop wasting your breath on him."

"Kill him quickly. Something feels wrong with the Void Tunnel."

"If it interferes with Lord Demon God’s arrival..."

"Agreed. The final blow—send him on his way!"

At that moment, a touch of nostalgia flickered in Liu Ye’s fading gaze.

Daughter...

Goodbye!

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