Flames of rage surged from the Flame God Lord as he glared at the Demon God Lord in front of him. He had seen two figures being thrown out from the Demon God Lord's sleeve.
This was witnessed by the Flame God Lord himself!
Had the situation not been so critical, he might have already decided to kill the Demon God Lord on the spot.
What kind of situation is this?!
The future hope of the Flame God Sect was destroyed by the Demon God Lord!
However, now, the situation had reversed!
Whether the Demon God Lord would live or die, or whether he would even be able to leave this place, was entirely up to the Flame God Lord!
The Demon God Lord saw the Flame God Lord's murderous look and took two steps back, cautiously saying, "Fire Tortoise, don't think about making a move on me!"
"If I risk my life to fight, you'll be severely injured!"
"Even whether you can leave this sea area is uncertain!"
As he spoke, his sleeve flicked, and three figures appeared in front of the Flame God Lord: one black, one white, and one red. The red figure was the little fatty that the Flame God Lord had been referring to.
It was Ma Hongjun, who appeared to be a little dazed. Even though he was inside the Demon God Lord's sleeve, the speed of the movement had left him somewhat disoriented.
"Lord..." Ma Hongjun murmured, which caused the Flame God Lord's killing intent to ease up significantly. The two people he had thrown out earlier were not Ma Hongjun?!
The Demon God Lord coldly said, "I knew you didn't use your brain!"
"Though the people from the Dual Sacred God Sect are strong, whether they can survive in the hands of that monster is still unknown."
"You've always been by my side, so the chances of survival are naturally much higher."
"How could I throw your little fatty out without seeing you die first?"
Upon hearing this, the Flame God Lord snorted coldly.
As an evil soul master, this approach didn't seem wrong at all.
He believed that if it had come down to a critical situation, he wouldn't hesitate to throw away not just his sect's little fatty, but even the man and woman by his side, if the danger was dire enough!
"Hmph!"
"Hongjun, let's go!"
Still a little disoriented, Ma Hongjun was pulled away by the Flame God Lord.
For now, they were safe, but it wasn't the time to relax completely.
The possibility of Qian Renxue catching up was still high!
But it was a pity for those dozen or so Title Douluos, who knew how many would survive!
In the sky, a fire-red cloud appeared, burned by the Flame God Lord, its vibrant hues were dazzling, making one want to lie down and sleep forever.
The Demon God Lord looked at the man and woman beside him and shook his head helplessly.
This time, though he didn't manage to help these two break through to the rank of Super Douluo, the gains were still considerable. At the very least, he had helped them enter the Super Douluo realm.
Not to mention, this saved them at least twenty years of cultivation time.
"Let's go, hunt some soul beasts!"
"The future of the Demon God Sect belongs to you!"
"So, surrender, or die?!"
Qian Renxue sat on the stone steps, her twelve wings shining brightly behind her, burning like flames, drawing everyone's attention.
Below are the steps.
Thirteen Title Douluos stood, each with different expressions, all looking up at Qian Renxue with complex emotions.
A Title Douluo was someone who stood above millions, no matter where they were.
But now, these Title Douluos found themselves standing below Qian Renxue, with their dignity and lives being reduced to mere choices—one or the other.
Beside them, three Super Douluos watched them, ready to strike down anyone who dared to act out of line. The only outcome for them would be death!
"Six-Winged Angel Spirit?"
"Are you from the Spirit Hall?!"
Han Hai Douluo looked at the man sitting before him, disbelief in his eyes.
The first spirit he had summoned was a sword-type spirit.
That spirit was wrapped in an endless killing intent, and as soon as it appeared, the sounds of wailing and killing filled the air.
Even though he was a Title Douluo, the pressure from that killing intent affected him greatly.
His spirit was even forced back into his body by a force that seemed faint but undeniable.
But now, the spirit he was facing appeared almost identical to the Six-Winged Angel Spirit?!
This person was not only incredibly powerful but also a Dual Spirit Master?!
Qian Renxue bathed in the warm sunlight, looked at the Han Hai God Lord below, and smiled, "Six-Winged Angel?"
"Spirit Hall?"
"I'm not from Spirit Hall. My spirit is the Twelve-Winged Seraph!"
As soon as she finished speaking.
Someone in the crowd immediately exclaimed, "Twelve-Winged Seraph?!"
"Your spirit is the Twelve-Winged Seraph?!"
Following the direction of the voice, an elder was standing there, his pupils dilated, and his excited expression almost engraved on his face.
"Your spirit is truly the Twelve-Winged Seraph?!"
Behind the elder, twelve wings appeared, dark as ink. Upon closer inspection, they resembled Qian Renxue's wings to a shocking degree.
"Respected Seraph Lord."
"We are your eternal servants. We are from the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel lineage of the Angel Spirit clan!"
Qian Renxue looked at the old man with interest and signaled for him to continue speaking.
The elder paused for a moment, then immediately kneeled on one knee, "In our sect's legend, only three types of angels are truly considered angels!"
"They are the Twelve-Winged Seraph, the Twelve-Winged Judgment Angel, and the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel!"
"Lord, you must be wondering why we are entangled with this group of evil soul masters!"
"In fact, we haven't done anything unforgivable!"
"Our goal has always been Spirit Hall!"
As he spoke, the elder raised his head, looking at Qian Renxue with an expectant gaze, seemingly trying to gauge her attitude.
To his surprise, Qian Renxue didn't give any response, only silently signaling for him to continue.
"These guys only have twelve wings, yet they claim to be the true angels!"
"The real angels must have twelve pairs of wings!"
"The key is, these rebellious beings even say that we are the evil angels!"
"We only have a bit of dark power in our souls, but we are not truly fallen angels, Lord!"
"Wise and magnificent Seraph Lord! You should understand, a fallen angel has not truly fallen, but one who accidentally fell to the mortal realm!"
The elder wept, as if he had finally found someone to confide in, pouring out the grievances of the Fallen Angel lineage to Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue didn't respond, instead gesturing for Juju Douluo Yue Guan to pull the elder up from the ground, signaling that there was no need for him to continue kneeling.
After a long pause, Qian Renxue finally spoke:
"How many of you are left in the Fallen Angel lineage?"
"I mean, how many of you are still alive and haven't taken the lives of others?"