The demon's wings were torn away with brutal force, and a heart-rending scream echoed through Heaven.
Everyone was cheering for their victory. Only one person stood there, grief-stricken and dazed...
Betrayal pressed down on him like a deep brand, one that nothing in the world could ever erase.
His heart was no longer scarlet, and despair consumed Heaven's purest messenger.
Along a long, white corridor, La Fei Lu ran as fast as he could, full of unease and urgency. He pushed open the shut prison door, only to see an angel beside him ripping the enormous black wings from the prisoner's back. In an instant, Mo Kai Er's heart-rending screams rang throughout the entire Heavenly Lord's Tower. Too late to stop it, La Fei Lu fell to his knees and stared wide-eyed at the scene. Blood poured from the snow-white back, while Mo Kai Er writhed on the ground in agony, his blood-red eyes fixed on La Fei Lu at the doorway, as if cursing him.
Having one's wings torn off is the most terrifying punishment for angels and demons alike, like having both arms and legs ripped from a human being while they are still alive.
La Fei Lu crawled forward on his knees, tears streaming down his beautiful face. No one could approach an archangel of such stature, and all those who had carried out the punishment stood frozen, staring at what had happened.
Mo Kai Er slowly transformed into Mo Lian Kai. Mo Lian Kai writhed on the ground in unbearable pain as blood kept pouring out, until he drew his final breath.
It was only a short distance, but La Fei Lu felt as though he had crawled for an entire century. When he reached Mo Lian Kai, he found that the body before him was growing cold, and its breathing had nearly stopped.
La Fei Lu held the dying Mo Lian Kai in his trembling arms and called out in a shaking voice, "Mo Lian Kai, wake up. Don't go to sleep. This isn't fun at all." But the person in his arms did not respond.
Suddenly, he saw Mo Lian Kai part his lips. La Fei Lu hurried closer and clearly heard Mo Lian Kai say, weakly but firmly, "La... Fei... Lu... I will... never... forgive... you."
According to the records of the Age of Gods and Demons, the Archangel chose to perish alongside Evil for the sake of justice, bringing the War of Gods and Demons to an end. From then on, the world entered an era of peace.
As far as the eye could see, smoke filled the air and corpses littered the ground. His bloodstained robe snapped in the wind, and a black sword rested against his neck, yet there was not a trace of fear on La Fei Lu's face.
Only La Fei Lu and the hate-filled Lei Lu remained on the battlefield.
Lei Lu pressed the sword closer. Bright red blood trickled like a little snake down La Fei Lu's fair neck, but he showed no fear. He simply smiled faintly and said, "At last, I can be free."
Lei Lu sneered. "I won't let you off so easily."
La Fei Lu looked at him with a mocking smile. "Do you think you can kill me?"
"Why don't you try?!!"
La Fei Lu paid no attention to the sharp sword at his throat. A faint smile still rested on his face, and in the blink of an eye, he had left the danger zone.
Lei Lu stared at him in shock. "How is that possible?" He had clearly lost the ability to fight back.
"I won't die at anyone's hands, because I still have to find him." With a wave of his hand, a ray of white light wrapped around La Fei Lu. He gradually disappeared within it.
"Don't even think about it!" Realizing what had happened too late, Lei Lu shouted at the sky, but it was already too late.
Fate stopped turning, waiting for the person who had endured the hidden calamity to be reborn...
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