Chapter 369: The Angel Clan's All-You-Can-Eat Buffet
Qian Xunji sensed the rapid approach of Tang Hao, whose blood-covered figure surged forward like a war god, eyes burning with madness and rage. Yet Qian Xunji's face remained calm, indifferent—as if he didn't see Tang Hao as a threat at all.
Tang Hao, seeing this attitude, completely lost his mind. Everything—A Yin, overwhelming power, noble status, the title of "Son of God"—was supposed to belong to him. Tang Hao. Qian Xunji had once been his defeated foe, a stepping stone in Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God trial. But now, everything had reversed—Qian Xunji had taken it all, and he, Tang Hao, had become the sacrificial pawn.
"Qian Xunji, die!!"
With only a few meters between them, Tang Hao leapt into the air. Bathed in blood, he looked like a true war god. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand swelled in size as it met the wind, growing as large as a hill. It radiated green resentment, even bursting into green flames. Had the Rakshasa God seen this form, Tang Hao would have been marked as a candidate for the Rakshasa inheritance.
The massive hammer smashed downward, locking tightly onto Qian Xunji. The ground beneath him began to sink under the immeasurable pressure.
But just as the hammer was about to strike—only about three meters away—a blood-red bolt of lightning fell from the sky, shattering the Clear Sky Hammer into ash in an instant. The raging resentment, which had become almost tangible, vanished like a spark thrown into the sea.
The lightning struck Tang Hao directly, erasing him from existence—body, soul, and spirit. Even the undead form Bibi Dong had summoned was completely destroyed, with not even a chance to reincarnate.
Qian Renchuan: What a joke. A pile of trash—nothing more than Bibi Dong's dog. And this evil-born Tang clan dares touch my great father? Ridiculous!
Tang Hao was obliterated in a single blow. However, on the battlefield of Hanhai City, the undead army still held a one-sided advantage. Every fallen soldier or spirit master was absorbed into the earth, reborn as a stronger undead. As long as the formation stood, the army's strength was nearly limitless.
Meanwhile, the Star Luo Alliance was falling apart—screams, panic, and desertions broke out. Some soldiers were trampled to death by their own comrades while fleeing. Others began to pray for divine intervention.
Amid this chaos, Qian Xunji raised his hand and pointed toward the undead army.
"Mobilize the entire Angel Clan!"
A dazzling holy light descended. Angel feathers floated over the battlefield of Hanhai City. The divine glow soothed the fear and despair spreading through the Heaven Dou Alliance like wildfire.
Angelic figures descended like golden meteors—some with two wings, some with four, each with golden hair, elegant robes, and stunning appearances. The men were all exceptionally handsome, like idols from a dream; the women, flawless in beauty and form, would turn heads in any city.
As the holy light touched the undead forces, their deathly aura began to dissolve like snow in spring sunlight. The army's momentum was completely suppressed. Their combat power weakened rapidly. This was the bane of the fallen: the Angel Spirit, the strongest holy-type martial soul on the continent.
The entire Angel Clan charged forward, slaughtering the undead. Each time they killed an undead warrior, a golden light surged into their bodies, boosting their spirit power and even strengthening their martial spirits.
The battlefield became a massacre. The Angel Clan's power grew more terrifying by the minute. Several two-winged Angel Soul Masters even evolved into four-winged angels.
For the Angel Clan, the undead army was the ultimate buffet—perfect resources for cultivation.
Seeing this, the Star Luo Alliance began to overcome their fear of the undead. Morale surged, and many returned to the battlefield. Those still consumed by fear turned their aggression toward the Sea God Island soul masters instead.
"Xiao Wu, you're alive! Get out of here! I can't control myself!"
With the battle shifting in their favor, Xiao Wu—who had been idly observing, not eager to help the Spirit Hall—suddenly froze upon hearing Tang San's voice from the sky.
"Go, Xiao Wu! Live well!"
If he could cry, Tang San would have tears streaming down his face. To see his beloved come back to life in this form—it was like a dream fulfilled.
"Third… Third Brother…"
Tears welled in Xiao Wu's eyes as she listened to Tang San's voice, full of love and care. Torn between conflicting commands from the two people she loved most, she didn't know what to do.
"Zhuqing, what are you doing?!"
Dai Mubai, pulled into battle as one of the undead, was horrified to see Zhu Zhuqing furiously attacking him—each strike deadly, clearly aiming to kill him.
"Coward! You abandoned me—I'm going to kill you!"
In the first timeline, Zhu Zhuqing had warned him: if he continued down a path of self-destruction, she would end his life and take her own. In this second timeline, he had done just that—abandoned her again. Now that she had the chance, she intended to end him, even in his undead state.
As for suicide—Zhu Zhuqing no longer needed to. She now served as Tang Yuehua's personal maid, which made her part of Spirit Hall. She no longer had to face the fate awaiting her in the Star Luo Empire. Even if she returned, she'd become Davis's concubine, facing his perverse desires and constant torment from Davis and Zhu Zhuyun—perhaps even forced into twisted "sisterly" games.
"Rongrong!"
Oscar, lacking the Mirror Sausage and unable to provide blood for activation, was barely capable of close combat. He was casually slain by a member of the Angel Clan. As he died, he cried out to the one he loved—only to become fertilizer for her growth once more.
"Bibi Dong, thank you for your undead army. You've greatly enhanced the strength of my Angel Clan."
Ten thousand meters above the battlefield, Qian Renchuan smiled coldly down at Bibi Dong.
"Now… you may die."
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