Chapter Eighteen: One Arrow Annihilates Six Wings

Seeing that Gu Linglong and the others had retreated, Li Chengzhu found himself in an awkward predicament behind the earthen mound. Moments ago, he could barely make out the position of the Six-Winged Angel, but the angel had suddenly been dragged away by some unknown figure. Now, not only could he no longer see anything, but the sheer number of angels arriving had filled the air with chaotic spiritual pressure, making it impossible for Li Chengzhu to sense a thing.

The God-Slaying Arrow in his hand had been thirsting for blood for some time now, yet he found himself paralyzed: to shoot or not to shoot? If he released it, there was no guarantee it would strike the Six-Winged Angel; if he withheld it, it felt a waste of all the spiritual energy he'd expended to summon the arrow. The worst part was that he had no means of dispelling the arrow he'd conjured.

Cursing under his breath, Li Chengzhu was thoroughly exasperated. Indeed, it was always these meddlesome creatures that ruined everything!

Just as he was about to unleash the God-Slaying Arrow into the ranks of the incoming angelic army, a burst of radiant light suddenly pierced the darkness within the crimson dust storm. Li, the shrewd proprietor, had sharp eyes, and in that fleeting moment, he spotted a tiny figure writhing in agony within the glow, while behind it, the Six-Winged Angel laughed with exuberant delight.

Those three pairs of wings, beating vigorously, were like a glaring sign that betrayed the angel’s identity.

“Finally found you!” Li’s spirit, hollow and long-starved for action, bristled with anticipation as he loosed his arrow without hesitation, then quickly followed in Gu Linglong’s footsteps.

The little creature, sensing the arrow’s release, darted out from the travel bag and sped toward the direction of the Six-Winged Angel.

A streak of emerald light shot from somewhere on the ground, like a drill at full throttle, carving a long vacuum through the raging red storm. It was some time before the red dust, like water drawn by a whale, rushed back to fill the void.

That domineering green light hurtled straight toward the Six-Winged Angel.

After throwing the cultivator’s nascent soul into the Soulfire for torment, the Six-Winged Angel turned his attention to the other side of the battlefield. This time, thousands of angels had come as reinforcements, yet their path was blocked by a cultivator who, until recently, had seemed unimpressive.

Yuan Mu’s spiritual energy radiated outward, illuminating a vast area and standing like a god descended to earth, exuding the aura of a lone warrior holding the pass against ten thousand foes. His gaze swept over the angels before him, sending a chill of death through them.

The Six-Winged Angel was curious—how had this cultivator managed to suddenly leap in power, to stand as his equal?

Before he could fully process this thought, his eye caught the nascent soul within the Soulfire flashing a profound smile. Instantly, a vibrant yet fiercely forceful green energy struck the nascent soul and, without pause, pierced the angel’s body.

His vision lingered only on the place where the lower half of his body had once been, now vanished, before his pupils lost their light.

The God-Slaying Arrow—an arrow that slays gods!

Its power shattered the Six-Winged Angel from the chest down.

Before his upper half could hit the ground, a gray silhouette darted into his body, extracted his divine crystal, and vanished.

The burst of green light in the sky startled both the angels and Yuan Mu, causing them to look up in awe. The energy released in that moment sent shivers through all who witnessed it.

Only when the spiritual pressure of the Six-Winged Angel faded did Yuan Mu laugh heartily, “It seems there are hidden masters aiding us from the shadows!”

The dozen or so Four-Winged Silver Angels who led the charge cried out in terror, “My lord!” and flew straight toward the fallen angel, but found only his upper half, eyes still wide with disbelief.

Recalling the pain of a slain brother and another whose cultivation was ruined, Yuan Mu’s eyes blazed with fury, his fists clenching with a crackling sound. “Damn it, let’s all die together.”

The spiritual power he’d grafted onto himself was beyond his full control; otherwise, it wouldn’t have leaked so extravagantly. The dominant energy circled him, occasionally stirring the red dust, making him look formidable and awe-inspiring, but Yuan Mu knew it was merely a fancy pillow—impressive in appearance, useless in practice. If he didn’t absorb it soon, the energy would dissipate.

Yuan Mu knew he had no time to absorb it now; his only option was to unleash it with all his might, striving to buy Gu Linglong and the others more time to escape.

With that, Yuan Mu charged into the thousands of angels like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Though his store of spiritual power did not match his true strength, it was more than enough to annihilate these mere Four-Winged Silver Angels.

None could withstand a single move from him; any who crossed his path met instant death.

The angels’ attacks, as feeble as itching, could only chip away at the barrier of spiritual energy he’d cast around himself, never truly harming him.

Yuan Mu fought with increasing fervor, his expression growing ever more savage, until no angels dared approach within tens of yards around him.

Then thunder rumbled overhead, the dust storm intensified beyond belief, and Yuan Mu realized—the Heavenly Tribulation had finally arrived!

The remaining angels, sensing the shift in weather and the chaos in the spiritual energy, were deeply shaken.

To change the very course of nature—such power was utterly beyond what any of them could confront.

Their bodies trembled as they wondered if they ought to flee; punishment was preferable to being slain by this demon.

But what happened next left every angel wide-eyed—a bolt of lightning, thick as a barrel, crashed down from the heavens, striking the demon atop his head and staggering his godlike form.

Oh, praise be to the Supreme Commander—the demon had finally been punished.

The angels rejoiced inwardly.

Yuan Mu’s lips curled into a cruel smile as he instantly unleashed every protective artifact, enveloping himself. Looking at the angels nearby who dared not approach, he targeted the densest cluster and charged in.

Barely had the first thunderbolt struck when a second followed close behind.

As Yuan Mu battled the angels, he kept sensing the changes in the tribulation. When the thunder struck, he grabbed an angel beside him and flung it skyward.

A crack resounded—the angel was instantly obliterated, blood and entrails raining down on all below.

Gods, such shameless tactics could only be employed by this demon. The angels groaned in dismay.