My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 471 - 472: The Human Race Will Surely Prevail!

Meanwhile.

Deep within the seventh stratum of the Demon Abyss, a massive architectural complex forged from volcanic lava and bleached bones dominated the landscape.

A suffocating aura of savage fury currently permeated the primary hall.

"Roar——!!!!"

A thunderous cry erupted from the innermost chambers of the palace.

The entire Demon Palace, along with the surrounding territory for thousands of miles, shuddered violently under the force of the sound.

Countless Low Tier demonic entities bound to this domain were instantly vaporized by the roar, their forms dissolving into raw Demonic Qi that the palace greedily inhaled.

Atop the palace throne, a colossal figure that had been resting previously now rose to its full height.

This was E Sha—the very Demon God who had recently attempted to breach the Angel Realm through a flawed gateway, only to have his limb sliced off by Liu Li’s blade.

His true physical manifestation was far more gruesome than the single arm he had manifested before.

He stood several hundred feet tall.

His frame was a chaotic assembly of writhing shadows, flesh that existed in a constant cycle of rot and regeneration, and metallic bone spurs that glinted with a lethal coldness.

Three sets of jagged, uneven horns tore through the skin of his head.

While his facial features remained shrouded in a swirling, chaotic fog, six glowing purple eyes burned with clarity through the mist.

At this moment, focus fell upon his right shoulder.

Where his arm should have been, there was only a jagged, revolting stump leaking dark purple, acidic Demon Blood.

Faint, stubborn traces of Destruction Energy continued to flicker around the edges of the injury.

"Arrogant insects... how dare you strike me!!!"

E Sha's consciousness radiated outward, shaking the very foundations of the Demon Abyss's seventh layer, the rage in his six eyes nearly manifesting as physical force.

"That Angel... that blade..."

"And that loathsome power of world augmentation... I have etched it all into my memory!"

"When our paths cross again, I shall pull out your souls and subject them to eternal agony!"

"I will consume that world until nothing remains!"

As his fury peaked, the Demonic Qi surrounding him began to churn uncontrollably.

It transformed into waves of black annihilation, mindlessly destroying everything within his borders.

Naturally, such a massive disturbance did not go unnoticed by certain non-demonic entities.

On the fringes of the Demon Palace, hidden within a makeshift outpost built inside a deserted mine, a group of humans watched.

Clad in tattered rags and their skin coated in specialized mud to mask their scent from Demonic Qi, they remained perfectly still.

Through crude peepholes, they observed the trembling Demon Palace as it was swallowed by dark clouds of Demonic Qi.

Their expressions showed no terror toward the monsters; instead, they displayed professional detachment mixed with a spark of hidden fervor.

"The Demon God’s presence is unstable... he is enraged... the area around the palace is nearly leveled..."

One individual whispered, documenting the observations with rapid precision.

"There is no doubt. E Sha has sustained a genuine injury, and a severe one at that!"

"To provoke a Demon God to this degree, the wound must be critical! Could another Demon God be responsible?"

"It is unlikely."

The middle-aged leader of the group shook his head.

"Demon Gods rarely engage in direct conflict with one another. Furthermore, I detected a spatial disturbance earlier."

"This wound was likely inflicted on a different plane of existence! Though we cannot be entirely certain."

"Regardless of the cause, we must relay this intelligence. We will let the leader make the final call!"

"Understood!"

The subordinates answered in unison at the command.

Acting like ghosts, they vanished into the shadows, retreating toward the hidden depths of their outpost.

The report was funneled through various channels until it reached a well-hidden ruin deep inside the Demon Abyss.

This settlement was a camp known as...

Emerald Flame!

It served as the primary stronghold for the surviving remnants of the Human Race within the Demon Abyss.

The message was brought to a modest stone cabin located at the heart of the settlement.

Within the room, a figure draped in a voluminous black robe stood in the shadows, staring at a rough stone wall in deep thought.

Two meticulously maintained portraits were displayed on that wall.

The portrait on the left showed a young man with black hair, a handsome face, and a look of unwavering resolve.

This was Gu Xing.

Beside his image, various cryptic prophecies and descriptions were carved in an ancient tongue.

The portrait on the right featured a stunning woman with long chestnut hair.

She possessed a warm, kind smile; she was none other than Little Lizi.

The scout who brought the news knelt on one knee, speaking with deep reverence:

"Leader, the reports are confirmed. E Sha is gravely wounded, and his fury is causing massive tremors throughout the Demon Abyss."

The figure in the black robe shivered slightly.

A Demon God had been seriously hurt?

Once the validity of the news sank in, the breathing beneath the heavy hood became momentarily erratic.

She took a long moment to regain her composure before dismissing the scout with a wave of her hand.

Silence returned to the stone hut, save for the flickering of a dim candle that stretched her shadow against the wall.

She stepped slowly toward the portraits of Gu Xing and Little Lizi.

Reaching out with delicate fingers, she softly traced the lines of Little Lizi’s face.

"Ancestor..."

Her voice was soft and melodic, yet it carried a heavy burden of doubt.

"The Savior you spoke of—the one who would pull us from the dark and topple the Demon God... does such a person truly exist?"

She turned her eyes toward the image of Gu Xing:

"Following the path you left for us, Emerald Flame has spent years searching every lethal corner of this abyss..."

"But we have found no sign of Lord Gu Xing. Is it possible that he has already..."

She cut herself off, unable to voice the grim thought.

Instead, after a heavy silence, she began to whisper about the struggles of the past years.

"For all this time, I have guided Emerald Flame, living like vermin in the cracks of the Demon Abyss."

"This world is too vast, and the Demon Gods are too powerful."

"Every move we make is fraught with peril, and while our victories are small, our losses are constant..."

"Is there truly a light at the end of this? Is there a real chance for humanity to see the sun again?"

The stone wall offered no reply, and the portraits remained silent.

Only the popping of the candle flame accompanied her solitary figure.

After a long interval, she seemed to push past her despair, her eyes hardening with fresh resolve.

Lowering her hood, she revealed a face of startling beauty.

Her chestnut hair, smooth as silk, fell over her shoulders.

Her features were flawlessly carved, and her skin was so pale it seemed to shimmer against the gloom of the abyss.

Most striking were her eyes—perfectly matching those in Little Lizi’s portrait. Even filled with anxiety, they were mesmerizing.

She shared a seventy to eighty percent resemblance with the woman in the painting.

She was the direct blood descendant of Little Lizi.

She was the current commander of the resistance known as "Emerald Flame"...

Li Xin.

"No matter the cost..."

Li Xin exhaled deeply and pulled her hood back up, hiding her conspicuous beauty.

"E Sha's injury is our chance!"

"Whoever did this has proven that a Demon God can be bled."

"We must capitalize on this moment to find the key to their destruction!"

She moved to a simple wooden desk in the corner and began writing new directives with haste.

"Maintain a constant watch on E Sha and his demonic legions."

"Reach out to the other cells, pool our knowledge, and find a way to kill the Demon God."

"Humanity shall prevail!"

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