The sword fell.

There were no dazzling light explosions, no deafening roars.

Only a refined red-gold line to the extreme.

Separated from the blade of the giant sword, silently slicing through space.

Where the line passed, strange phenomena occurred.

The first to touch it were the frantically dancing shadow tentacles.

They silently evaporated like snowflakes meeting high heat.

Hundreds and thousands of tentacles vanished cleanly into the air after the red-gold line swept past.

Next, was the terrifying devouring pull.

Centered on the black hole in the palm, the twisting force field extended like a vortex.

But when the red-gold line cut into this force field, the distorted space was forcibly straightened.

The violent suction abruptly stopped.

The black hole itself even began to collapse inward and tremble.

Finally, the red-gold line, at last, reached its target.

The hand of the Demon God, spanning the sky, radiating boundless Demon Might.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The dark vortex spinning in the pale eye on the Demon God's palm suddenly became rigid.

Then exploded into an incredible violent surge!

"No—!! How dare you?!"

The grand distorted roar was filled with wrath and despair.

But, it was too late.

The red-gold line gently, yet irresistibly.

Sliced into the most unstable, spatially turbulent area where the Demon God's wrist and the transport vortex connected.

Zzz—!

A sound like billions of steel wires snapping simultaneously echoed.

Where the red-gold line passed.

The demon patterns on the Demon God's arm evaporated rapidly and dimmed, like dew in sunlight.

And at the section where the line cut, there was an absolute smoothness.

No blood spurted.

What gushed out from the severed end was a thick tar-like, foul-smelling, chilling black sticky substance.

Once it appeared, it began to madly corrode its surroundings, even the space itself sizzling with black holes of decay.

"Graooaarrr——!!!!"

Following that was a roar seemingly from the Nine Netherworld Hell.

Suddenly bursting out from the other end of the transport channel through the remaining connection of the severed arm!

This roar directly acted on the soul level.

Many angel warriors below, even after fully releasing their guardian skills, bled light golden from all seven orifices, their consciousness blurred.

And that severed, over hundred meters long Demon God's arm, completely severed its connection with the transport vortex.

Without the support from the body, it could no longer maintain its form and power.

The severed arm began to twitch and distort violently.

The pale eye in the palm spun wildly, shooting chaotic black beams.

Fruitlessly sweeping across the sky and earth, leaving scorched traces burning with Demon Flame.

The demon patterns on the arm's surface dimmed rapidly and disintegrated.

More crucially, the transport vortex, already unstable due to Liu Li's prior slash and the forcible passing of Demon God's power, now suffered a catastrophic blow!

"Snap! Crack—!"

The vortex itself uttered an overburdened shattering sound.

The swirling dark purple energy stream began to disorder and reverse.

The remaining magic stone pillars that constituted the channel's foundation exploded one after another, turning into black crystalline dust scattered all over the sky.

"Despicable ants… this hatred... I will remember!!!"

On the other end of the channel, that Demon God's consciousness filled with unwillingness.

Finally, with a dull huge roar.

The gigantic transfer vortex, suddenly contracted inward, collapsed.

Finally becoming a tiny black dot, flickering momentarily before disappearing completely into the firmament.

Leaving only the massive severed arm in the sky, rapidly losing vitality, constantly disintegrating.

Liu Li's red gold giant sword in hand slowly dissipated, reverting back to pure energy, returning to her body and the world between.

Her twelve wings dimmed significantly, her face slightly pale, even beads of sweat appeared densely on her forehead.

That sword almost drained all her strength.

Silence.

Deathly silence enveloped here.

Then, not knowing who first uttered it.

A cheer suppressed to the extreme, finally erupting in cathartic shout:

"We won... We won!!!"

Following that were more shouts, erupting from the mouths of the surviving daredevil team members.

Lanny dumbfoundedly watched all this unfolding in front of her.

Watched the dissipating vortex.

Watched the falling severed arm.

Watched Liu Li, weary yet still proudly standing in the sky.

Finally, her gaze fell on Gu Xing, who had, unbeknownst to her, come to her side.

"Gu Xing... sir..."

Gu Xing nodded toward Lanny, then his gaze fell not far away.

There, the eerie black substance gushing from the severed Demon God's arm remained.

He could feel....

Ordinary Totem Level strong ones, only need touch that thing.

Will be rapidly assimilated and corroded by it.

But to handle it.

Gu Xing's gaze fell on Liu Li.

Could only wait for Liu Li to gain this world's recognition, attain the Divine Position of this world.

However, just at this moment.

Lanny finally snapped back, somewhat anxiously speaking:

"Sir Gu Xing, Lord Liu Ye, and the battlefield of the four Great Angels is still extremely dangerous."

"Lord Liu Ye is holding three Totem Tier Nine beings alone."

Hearing this, Gu Xing furrowed his brows.

Liu Ye holding back three Totem Tier Nine Demons alone?

Know that besides Liu Li and Vera, only they possess invincible strength of the same rank.

And Liu Ye holding back three means...

He is risking his life.

The situation is already extremely critical!

Liu Li heard this and immediately became tense.

Thus, Gu Xing did not hesitate, instantly issuing the order:

"Liu Li, rescue them!"

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On the other side.

Liu Ye knelt on one knee on a charred land.

The Holy Sword deeply embedded in the ground, supporting his shaky body.

The golden wings on his back nearly all broken.

Blood gushing from dozens of bone-deep wounds.

The helmet long shattered, revealing his face pallid as paper, covered in blood but still resolute.

Only those once eagle-sharp eyes, now somewhat unfocused.

"Cough cough..."

Every breath he took was mingled with bloody foam, unable even to maintain basic hovering.

In the air, three shadows hovered, forming a triangle tightly locking him in.

Their status also much more disheveled than initially, with sword scars and burns scattered.

But their aura remained vast, eyes filled with a cat-and-mouse mockery.

"Tch tch, indeed worthy as a War Angel, held us off for so long."

"What a pity, it ends here."

"Stop wasting time talking to him."

"Quickly finish him off, something seems wrong with the Void Tunnel."

"In case, it affects Lord Demon God's arrival..."

"You're right, the final strike, send him off!"

At this moment, Liu Li's unfocused gaze carried a hint of nostalgia.

Daughter...

Goodbye!

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