But their techniques, Soul Power, and defenses were too fragile to withstand a single blow from a true divine weapon.
Every barrier of Soul Power shattered on contact. Sword light sealed off every escape route, and sword energy annihilated every counterattack before it could fully take shape.
There was no doubt about the outcome, not even a moment of deadlock.
Golden light swept past, and blood sprayed through the air.
In an instant, all eight figures froze where they stood, a thin, gruesome sword wound appearing across each neck.
The next moment, eight heads tumbled into the snow, and eight bodies crashed to the ground, staining the pristine white drifts red.
Silence fell over the snowy peak.
Qian Renxue casually waved a hand, scattering pale golden Sun True Fire over the eight corpses.
The searing holy flames burned without a sound. Within a few breaths, flesh, bone, and clothing had all turned to ash and vanished into the wind and snow, leaving not a trace.
Once she was done, Qian Renxue covered her mouth and bent her head, coughing violently. Thin rivulets of scarlet blood seeped between her fingers, staining her fair hand.
She lowered her eyes to the glaring bloodstains in her palm, the life in her gaze fading further. "Forcing myself to fight even once damaged my essence again. Another month less to live."
She slowly raised her eyes toward the distant encampment hidden among the glaciers and mountains, her gaze growing resolute.
"The Angel Inheritance must continue. If I delay any longer, I fear I won't have the strength left to fulfill my final duty."
After taking a moment to steady her breathing, Qian Renxue spread the six damaged angel wings on her back. With a gentle gust from her wings, she rose into the air and