Angels Wither

"Careful--!!!"

Qian Renxue cried out, her voice so sharp it almost tore her throat apart.

But the Angel God Qian Renxue couldn't hear her at all.

"Puff--!!!"

The black dagger pierced her back precisely, exiting through her chest.

Golden blood gushed out, splashing onto the sea of clouds like molten gold.

The ominous gray aura emanating from the black dagger spread rapidly from the wound like a living thing, corroding her divine body. Wherever the gray mist passed, the golden divine blood gradually dimmed, and spiderweb-like black patterns appeared on her skin, as if she were being eroded by some kind of curse.

Angel God Qian Renxue's body suddenly stiffened.

She lowered her head, staring at the black dagger in her chest, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She wanted to turn around, to see who had attacked her, but her body wouldn't obey her commands. That feeling of powerlessness spread from the wound, permeating her limbs and bones, as if an invisible hand was draining all her strength.

With all her might, she stiffly turned her head to look at the silver-white figure fighting the Devil Emperor in the distance.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to call out that name.

But she could no longer make a sound.

With a thud, she fell heavily to the ground.

On the sea of clouds, a golden blood flower blooms, its petals layered upon each other, both poignant and dazzling.

--

In the distance, the God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, had just finished his attack.

He unleashed "Heaven and Earth Discoloration," a dark purple beam of Destruction Divine Power transforming into a pillar of light that enveloped the Slaughter Heaven Devil Emperor of Slaughter. Wherever the pillar passed, space trembled violently, as if unable to withstand the crushing force. The Slaughter Heaven Devil Emperor was struck by the pillar and sent flying backward, spitting out black blood. A large section of his chest armor shattered, revealing the bluish-black skin beneath.

However, the situation of the God-King Fu Shiyan herself was not much better.

His face was as pale as paper, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body trembled slightly, clearly suffering a severe backlash. Forcibly urging out power beyond his capacity caused his meridians to ache faintly, and the Destruction Divine Power and Life Divine Power within his body collided violently, as if they were about to go out of control at any moment.

Just then, sensing something, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the Angel God Qian Renxue.

The scene in the distance was clearly imprinted in his eyes.

That golden flower of blood.

The golden figure slowly fell.

The person he swore to protect for the rest of his life.

His body stiffened abruptly, his pupils contracted sharply, and the color drained from his face instantly, turning it even paler than his white hair.

"Little... Xiao Xue..."

His voice was hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"Xiao Xue --!!!"

The second scream, filled with uncontrollable fear and despair, echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

He disregarded the heavily injured Slaughter Heaven Devil Emperor in front of him, and ignored the backlash within his own body, his figure suddenly disappearing from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared beside the Angel God Qian Renxue, knelt on the sea of clouds, and gently picked her up.

"Xiao Xue! Xiao Xue! Look at me! Look at me!"

His voice trembled, his hands trembled, his whole body trembled. He called her name over and over again, as if trying to wake her from her slumber.

The Slaughter Heaven Devil Emperor looked at his retreating figure, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, before finally retracting the spear in his hand.

He did not pursue.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.

That person's strength had exceeded his expectations. That move, "The Heaven and Earth Discoloration," nearly cost him his life. Coupled with his current injuries, even if he chased after him, he might not be able to gain the upper hand.

He snorted coldly, turned around and flew away into the distance. He found a relatively safe place, sat down cross-legged, and began to heal his injuries.

He didn't want to die here.

Angel Goddess Qian Renxue leaned against the Destruction God King Fu Shiyan, a trace of golden blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, but a faint smile appeared on her face.

The smile was light and faint, like the last ray of sunshine in winter.

"A-Yan... I... I'm so cold..."

Her voice grew weaker and weaker, as if it might be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Tears silently streamed down the face of Fu Shiyan, the God of Destruction.

He held her tightly, pressing her head against his chest, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible:

"It's okay... it's okay... I'll save you... I definitely will save you..."

He suddenly activated the Life Divine Power within his body, and emerald green light surged from his palm, enveloping Qian Renxue's entire body.

The light was warm and gentle, radiating a rich sense of life, like the first warm breeze of spring.

However, that ominous gray aura, like a leech, spread wildly within Qian Renxue's body. Wherever the Life Divine Power passed, the gray mist temporarily dissipated, but as soon as the light weakened even slightly, it would retaliate at an even faster speed.

The Life Divine Power ultimately only slowed down the rate at which Qian Renxue's life disappeared.

The eyes of the God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, were red and swollen, and tears streamed down his face. He repeatedly urged his divine life power, trying again and again to dispel the gray mist, but each time he failed.

Angel God Qian Renxue shook her head, raised her hand, and gently stroked his face.

Her fingers were icy cold, devoid of any warmth, yet they possessed an indescribable tenderness.

"It's no use... A-Yan... I... I know my situation..."

She looked at him, her eyes filled with reluctance, yet a faint smile still lingered on her lips.

Promise me... you'll live a good life...

Her hand fell limply to her side.

Eyes, slowly closed.

"No--!!!"

The roar of the God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, echoed across the entire battlefield, causing the clouds to surge and the space to tremble.

In that voice, there was despair, grief, anger, and a deep-seated sense of powerlessness.

--

In the void, Qian Renxue looked at the figure holding her own corpse, weeping uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face.

[So... this is how I died...]

[So... this is how I died in my past life...]

She watched as the silver-white figure knelt on the sea of clouds, pressing that bloodless face tightly against her chest, her shoulders trembling violently.

The golden blood dripped down his robes, blooming into golden flowers on the sea of clouds.

She watched as the gods of the Divine Realm stood at a distance, none daring to approach.

Even Tang San stood at a distance, his red eyes filled with complex emotions, his lips moved, but he ultimately did not utter a single word.

Qian Renxue's vision was blurred by tears.

She rubbed her eyes hard, trying to see more clearly.

But just then, a thought suddenly popped into her mind, making her startle.

[wrong.]

She recalled that dream from two years ago.

In that dream, this wasn't where she saw it.

It was a desolate battlefield, devoid of clouds and palaces, only endless darkness and shattered space.

But Fu Shiyan back then was far more powerful than she is now.