My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel

After the decision was made, Gu Xing planned to take Ying Bing back to the Imperial Capital Ying Family first.

After all, concerning the bloodline defect of the Ying Family, no one understands it better than themselves.

Moreover, now through the Spring of Life, they can only temporarily stabilize Ying Bing's life force from dissipating.

This is ultimately not a long-term solution!

Therefore, going back to the Ying Family to inquire about possible solutions is the best choice.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Xing turned his head to look at Gu Qianqian.

The last time they met was before he went to the Northern Territory, and now their reunion was brief, yet they had to part again...

Whether it was Ying Bing's injuries or delivering the news that Blue Star was safe...

Each task was urgent.

"Sis..."

Upon hearing Gu Xing's voice, Gu Qianqian came to her senses.

Looking at the young man standing in front of her, she suddenly realized...

The boy who used to follow behind her had now grown half a head taller than her.

Clearly at Commander Tier Two, yet already capable of slaying Monarch Level Demon Race.

Seeing her brother's hesitation, she felt a sense of relief.

As his strength grew, the responsibilities on his shoulders would only get heavier...

"Go."

She suddenly reached out and ruffled Gu Xing's hair, just like when they were young.

"But you must promise me—"

Gu Qianqian's gaze fell on the girl lying in the Spring of Life.

She had promised this silly girl that if she survived this time...

She would pair this silly girl with her brother.

But now...

She successfully survived, but this silly girl didn't know when she would wake up.

Turning her head, she looked at Gu Xing with a solemn gaze:

"You must bring this silly girl back unharmed."

Gu Xing nodded heavily.

Without Gu Qianqian's reminder, he was determined to accomplish this himself.

"Sis, I'll leave here to you all, I'll take Ying Bing back to the Ying Family first!"

"Hmm, go ahead."

Gu Qianqian watched her brother turn away, although the battle in Lin Yuan City had ended, but the Demonic Qi on the battlefield was still surging.

If not purified in time, new Demon Race might emerge threatening nearby cities.

At this moment, Shen Ruoxue, who had previously left, appeared from the void.

She had confirmed whether the other battlefields had issues.

Seeing Gu Xing, she spoke softly:

"The other three cracks have healed, no Demon Race remains."

"However... the Void Gate to the Alternate Space remains closed."

Although Blue Star's crisis was temporarily resolved, over in the Alternate Space—

Long Zhenguo and the others...

What was their situation like?

None of this was known!

Thus, he needed to enter the Alternate Space as soon as possible.

"Ruoxue, take us to the Imperial Capital first!"

Shen Ruoxue nodded and used her talent to take Gu Xing and Ying Bing back to the Imperial Capital.

Gu Qianqian stood where she was until the spatial ripples completely calmed before she withdrew her gaze.

She took a deep breath, turned to everyone and said:

"Begin purifying the Demonic Qi, tally casualties—"

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Elsewhere.

Within the Alternate Space.

Demon Race Camp.

An oppressive aura enveloped the entire camp, even the air seemed to solidify.

All Monarch Level Demon Race held their breath, even the Half-step Totem Level Demon Kings maintained a single-knee kneeling posture, their foreheads nearly touching the ground.

In the center of the tent, a tall figure stood with hands behind his back.

His face was no different from humans, but in those dark purple pupils, a Demon Pattern was reflected.

This was a genuine Demon God!

All Demon Gods resided in the Demon Abyss.

However, a thousand years ago, a change completely altered the landscape—

The passage between the Demon Abyss and the Alternate Space was sealed by mysterious forces, all Totem Level and above Demon Race were locked in the Demon Abyss, unable to descend into the Alternate Space.

Damn seal!

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the Demon God's eyes.

He forcibly dispersed his own Demonic Qi and dropped his power from Totem Level to Monarch Peak.

Only then did he manage to deceive the perception of the seal and descend into the Alternate Space.

But upon arriving here...

He heard bad news!

"The plan... failed?"

The icy voice made all Demon Race tremble, heads bowed even lower.

"A bunch of useless fools!"

His gaze swept like a blade over the Demon Kings, each felt soul-wrenching pain but dared not resist.

This Demon God sneered coldly, forcefully suppressing his fury.

The situation is as it is, punishing these worthless ones won't help.

"All troops, retreat."

He ordered coldly, "Since we can't obtain the Human Race Divine Pattern, let's target the other races first."

As a possessor of the Demon Pattern, he knew the Divine Pattern inside out.

The Human Race possesses three Divine Patterns, each linked to their fate.

Currently, two Divine Patterns have not emerged, so they dare not attack the Human Race.

To prevent the final two Divine Patterns from forming!

And now they've seized control of the Divine Secret Realm's entrance, as soon as the Human Race's Divine Secret Realm opens.

Those second and third Divine Patterns will definitively fall into their hands.

As for the first one...

Now that the plan to seize the Divine Pattern has failed, there's no need to waste troops holding Longxia Country anymore.

A few Half-step Totem Level Demon Kings exchanged glances, one of them gathered courage to speak:

"Sir, although we can't take action against the Human Race, but..."

"The Blood Race seems to be hiding within a Human Race power named the Blood-colored Church!"

This Demon God gave the Demon King a glance, a cruel curve formed on his lips:

"The Blood Race... I will personally handle."

"As for you all..."

He raised his hand, instantly condensing a map of the Alternate Space mid-air.

"Search the entire Alternate Space for me—Ghost Race, Snow Race, Fox Race, Dragon Race... not a single one should be spared!"

The voice echoed through the camp, filling the Demon Race's eyes with fervent flames.

"Locate their positions, on the day the Demon Abyss seal shatters..."

The Demon God's figure gradually voidified, his final words lingering like a curse:

"That will be the day these ants are exterminated!"

"As you command!"

Under deafening roars, countless Demon Race turned into a tide of black dispersing away.

...

Longxia Defense Line.

Long Zhenguo stood at the forefront of the defense line, fingers pale from excessive force.

He was completely unaware of Blue Star's situation.

Though he had dispatched Lei Zhan to the Blood-colored Church, attempting to return to Blue Star by a different path, distant water cannot effectively quench immediate thirst.

If during this time Blue Star has already fallen...

With this possibility in mind, his heart was full of guilt.

He put too much emphasis on the Alternate Space, not anticipating the Demon Race's ability to block the Void Gate.

And even finding a method to reach Blue Star.

This led to Blue Star being in such a predicament.

However, at this moment.

"Boom——"

Suddenly, the Demon Race army on the horizon began to retreat.

Long Zhenguo's pupils shrank, the unexpected change froze him completely.

Retreating?

The skirmishes during this time showed him the Demon Race's target was always the Divine Pattern.

Retreating now only meant two possibilities—

Either the Divine Pattern was obtained, or the operation failed.

Long Zhenguo's Adam's apple moved, palms drenched in cold sweat.

He stared at the retreating Demon Race like a tide, incessantly praying:

I hope it's not the first possibility...

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