Chapter 1033 – The Bronze Mirror Breaks, the Daoist Exits (1/2)

Chapter 1033 – The Bronze Mirror Breaks, the Daoist Exits

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The light originated from a sleek and breathtaking beautiful pestle of light.

This pestle was held in a steady and terrifying hand.

This hand belonged to the Angel that had broken out of the misty light.

This Angel of Sacred Light governed war and was named Anger's Flame by Bie Yanghong. Its eyes of inhuman emotion were brimming with violence and a desire to kill.

In its eyes, these human experts were naught but ants.

That it had been held by these ants for so long was a humiliation that it could not bear.

To purge this humiliation, it had decided to kill everyone around this courtyard—no, everyone in this entire city.

The seemingly solid liquid light sprinkled into the surrounding sky at its will, carrying with it an unimaginable power.

Any living being that touched this liquid light would become cold, losing both its breath and soul.

Whether it was the birds in the sky or the flowers and trees growing along the stream outside the courtyard.

Golden light poured over the Li Palace's array, and countless bolts of lightning lit up the darkness, bringing with them the booming sound of thunder and powerful attacks.

The Falling Star Stone was spinning quickly, but the black passage was getting smaller. The Gloom Willow appeared mottled and all the treasures began to be suppressed.

The Angel saw those ants still struggling, and the brutality in its eyes deepened. It let out a howl bursting with the desire to kill.

The howl descended upon the ground, bringing a massive gale that burst the eardrums of many priests, even knocking some of the weaker ones unconscious.

Finally, the porcelain jar completely broke, shattering shard by shard, just like the blue sky suddenly appearing over everyone's head.

The Falling Star Stone, the Gloom Willow, and the other treasures flew back into the hands of the Prefects.

The Li Palace's grand array was broken, and as the ones maintaining it, they suffered the greatest backlash. They instantly paled as giant waves raged in their seas of consciousness.

Tang Thirty-Six, as the array pivot, suffered the greatest damage. He vomited blood and swayed, his hand almost losing its grip on the Divine Staff.

The cosmetic-buying girl rushed back to his side and steadied him while the other Tang clan experts surrounded him.

The blind zither player arduously stood up, his blood-covered fingers shakily plucking the zither strings, letting out dull notes.

The darkness swept out from the courtyard. Unaffected by the zither notes, it quickly came to the gate.

The Demon Lord walked out of the darkness.

He held a stone pestle in his hand. There seemed nothing special about it, but it seemed to magically attract everyone's attention.

The Angel also emerged from the darkness, but it was higher in the sky, above everyone.

The light pouring down from the sky did not drive away the darkness, but followed the darkness in shrouding the courtyard and its surroundings.

Everyone felt an unimaginable pressure and their faces rapidly paled.

Several hundred priests forced themselves to endure the pain as their seas of consciousness were shaken. They lowered their heads and began to recite scriptures.

The pious voices of recitation resounded around the courtyard, resisting the pressure of the light and naturally adding a hint of tragedy to the scene.

Linghai Zhiwang, An Lin, and the other Prefects came to the front gate of the courtyard and stared at the Demon Lord.

They knew that if they wanted to survive today, their only chance was to kill the Demon Lord before the Angel could strike.

But would the Angel give them this chance?

”I had no intention of using this method to kill all of you.”

The Demon Lord ruefully sighed. ”Alas, none of you gave me any other choice.”

The blind zither player remained silent, Linghai Zhiwang's expression flickered, and Tang Thirty-Six tightly gripped the Divine Staff.