The Fall of the King of Holy Radiance

"John." The King of Radiance's eyes filled with sorrow. "I regret what happened, too. I shouldn't have coveted the Devil King Essence. If I could choose again, I would never have let Yilianna and you take such a huge risk with me. John, you're right to blame me for what happened to Yilianna. I deserve to suffer for my mistake, and I accept that. But you were wrong this time, too—terribly wrong. I know you have no interest in restoring the Winged God Clan's glory, but you didn't have to shove our entire clan toward extinction, did you?"

"Heh. There's no point talking to a man whose only concern is ambition." The King of Holy Radiance struggled briefly and broke free of the King of Radiance's demonic energy, but made no attempt to flee. Instead, he lifted his head and gazed at the King of Judgment, who had surrounded him. "Judgment, I've lost. I'm willing to hand over all the power and authority I control. I know what kind of person you are. You're upright, compassionate, and kind. Under your leadership, the Winged God Clan may not regain its former glory, but at least it'll survive."

The Winged God Clan members who had been fighting Lei Dong's Hidden Dragon Army also stopped. Their keen hearing carried the King of Holy Radiance's words to them from afar, and one by one, their faces filled with sorrow and helplessness. It wasn't just the King of Holy Radiance who had lost; the entire Winged God Clan had. The power generations had amassed over so many years had come to nothing today. As the King of Holy Radiance had said, the only way to preserve the clan's strength was to hand its leadership to the King of Judgment.

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