Chapter 1033 – The Bronze Mirror Breaks, the Daoist Exits (2/2)
They could hear that the Demon Lord was speaking the truth.
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Two Angels of the Sacred Light, separated by a hundred-some li, appeared in the sky at the same time.
The two shores of the Red River, whether in was the mountains or the city of stone, were entirely wrapped in light.
This light contained a monstrous pressure and announced that a powerful being from another world was descending.
Witnessing this sight and feeling the divine pressure of that light scared the people of White Emperor City out of their wits. Many people simply sat on the ground out of fright, and even the bravest demi-human warrior paled, unable to summon even a shred of courage.
The demi-human personages who had entered the Imperial City, like Jin Yulu, Xiaode, the Shi clan leader, and the Bear tribe leader, also saw those two Angels in the sky. They still stood, not falling over in fear, but they had extremely unpleasant expressions.
The observation platform remained quiet. The White Emperor might be fighting against Madam Mu, so who would handle these two Angels?
These two Angels were opponents that they could not possibly defeat, which made them extremely furious and unwilling.
”I'm very unhappy.”
Jin Yulu took a massive axe from the Bear tribe leader's belt and turned to Xiaode. ”You throw me into the sky. I want to try and hack off their heads.”
He was the oldest and most powerful of those present, so no one objected.
The other demi-human experts were also very unhappy.
Xiaode coldly said, ”I plan to ride a black vulture up there and see if I can stab my blade into that fellow.”
The Bear tribe leader said, ”Then I'll throw.”
Jin Yulu agreed and pointed at the Angel above White Emperor City. ”I'll take this one.”
Xiaode pointed at the Angel over the mountains on the opposite shore. ”Then I'll take this one.”
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The unhappiness of the demi-human experts mostly came from the attitudes of these two Angels.
These two Angel were too apathetic. Even though they sensed the powerful fighting intent of the demi-human experts, their expressions still did not change.
It was like all the experts of this city, perhaps all the experts of this continent, were nothing more than ants.
And those people with faces of fear who would probably have collapsed if not for the density of the crowd were even more worthy of being called ants.
The vast majority of the populace had poured out onto the streets, and were fleeing for the hills or fearfully staring at the sky.
The inn on the street was already empty. A stray cat stealthily entered the kitchen, hoping to steal some just-cooked meat.
A light crack came from a room on the second floor, like a mirror had fallen and broken.
The stray cat that had just lithely leapt onto the stove was startled. With a meow, it fled through the window and vanished.
The crowd was wanly looking up at the sky, unaware of the noise in the inn or of what had occurred within.
After a few moments, a blue-clothed Daoist walked out of the inn.
The Daoist had calm and deep eyes and a head of black hair without the slightest tinge of frost. He walked with an indescribable ease, but an arch of his brow had a threatening nobility.
From his appearance, he appeared around twenty. From his demeanor, he was at least two hundred and had spent those years in the royal courts. If one looked at his eyes, it would not be absurd to say that he had lived a thousand years. Of course, these years were spent traversing the underworld.
No one noticed this blue-clothed Daoist.
He walked into the crowd, looking up to the sky just like the rest of the demi-humans, gazing at those two Angels of Sacred Light.
The eyes of the demi-humans were full of fear, despair, and even some madness.
There was no emotion in this Daoist's eyes, only apathy. It was like he was looking at the dead.