"Angelina!!"
Ye Chuan roared with all his might, blood and foam spewing from his throat.
He raised his head, staring fixedly at the cold and beautiful figure in mid-air, his eyes full of despair and pain.
Angelina...
The sword raised high by the Demon King suddenly paused in mid-air.
Her body trembled violently. In her dark purple eyes, an emotion other than coldness appeared for the first time—
It was a deep-seated confusion and agony.
Countless fragmented scenes flooded into her mind like a tide.
That figure protecting her.
That warm embrace.
That smile...
Those scenes were so blurry, yet so real, carrying a warmth that made her heart ache.
"Angelina..."
She repeated the name unconsciously. A sharp pain came from her heart, hurting more than any damage caused by magic.
"Lord Demon King! What's wrong?!" Satania, seeing her hesitate, shouted anxiously,
"Kill him quickly! He is the enemy of the Demon Race!"
Satania's shout was like a basin of cold water, waking the Demon King up.
She suddenly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the confusion in her eyes had disappeared, leaving only an even more piercing coldness.
She severed her own arm with her sword. The pain suppressed that inexplicable emotion, completely pushing Angelina's personality back into the depths of her consciousness.
"In the way."
She spat out these words coldly. With a twist of her wrist, the Demon King's Sword, carrying world-destroying power, slashed ruthlessly onto Ye Chuan's body!
"Pfft—"
The blade completely submerged into Ye Chuan's body, pinning him to the scorched ground.
Black demonic energy surged into his body through the wound, frantically destroying his meridians and internal organs.
Ye Chuan's body suddenly stiffened. His head slowly drooped down, and he stopped moving altogether.
A crystal-clear teardrop fell from the corner of the Demon King's eye without warning.
The teardrop rolled down her cold and glamorous cheek, dripping onto her black wings, spreading a small wet mark.
The Demon King was stunned.
She raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching her cheek, feeling that drop of warm liquid.
"Why..."
She muttered to herself, her voice filled with unprecedented confusion, "Why am I crying?"
"Why does my heart... hurt so much?"
She clearly didn't know this human.
She was clearly the lofty King of the Demon Race.
But why, looking at him falling under her sword, did she feel like something important had been shattered by her own hands?
Satania didn't notice the Demon King's abnormality. Looking at Ye Chuan lying on the ground, she danced with excitement:
"Great! Lord Demon King! You finally killed him! Let's go back!"
The Demon King did not respond.
She just quietly looked at Ye Chuan's corpse, her eyes complex and difficult to read.
After a long while, she slowly withdrew the Demon King's Sword and turned around, preparing to leave.
Right at this moment.
The Demon King's footsteps paused, because she noticed wounds suddenly appearing on her body without any warning.
Then, a barrier of the Demon King's power appeared, blocking this attack.
"Lord Demon King?" Satania was stunned, but soon, as if she had discovered something, she pointed towards Ye Chuan!
A bright light erupted from Ye Chuan's body, like a second sun rising, illuminating the entire pitch-black night sky.
Ye Chuan's originally severed body healed rapidly at a visible speed. His broken bones emitted crisp sounds, and his damaged internal organs regrew perfectly.
He slowly stood up from the ground.
The wounds on his body had disappeared. The surface of his skin glowed with a faint golden halo, and his originally messy black hair became dark and shiny, fluttering in the wind.
"...How is this possible?!"
The smile on Satania's face instantly froze, filled with hysterical fear. "You were clearly dead! What kind of magic is this?! What the hell are you?!"
Ye Chuan didn't look at her.
He just raised his hand, looking at his palm, feeling the familiar yet strange, vast sea-like power within his body.
Countless memory fragments flashed rapidly through his mind.
Everything clearly surfaced before his eyes.
"So that's how it is..."
"The Famous Blade was triggered... The forced recovery of all injuries also cured my amnesia."
Ye Chuan muttered in a low voice, and then suddenly burst into loud laughter.
The laughter grew louder and louder, more and more frantic, echoing throughout the heaven and earth.
"Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"
"I remember everything now!"
"Buzz—"
As his voice fell, a golden domain instantly expanded outwards with Ye Chuan at the center.
Wherever the domain passed, the scorched earth became fertile again, withered vegetation sprouted new shoots, and the shattered space was slowly repaired.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing the bright moon and a sky full of stars.
This entire area seemed to have been purified by this golden light.
One thought determines life and death.
The moment the domain unfolded, Satania was crushed to the ground by an irresistible, terrifying force, unable to move.
Her bones let out groans of being overwhelmed, her skin cracked inch by inch, and black blood spurted out.
She looked at Ye Chuan in terror, unable to even let out a scream.
Ye Chuan glanced at her indifferently, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if looking at an ant.
Just this single glance.
"Pfft—"
Satania's body instantly turned into a mist of blood. Even her soul was thoroughly crushed, dissipating into the air without leaving a single trace.
The Eighth-Tier Demon Lord, Satania of the Formless.
Instant kill.
"Heh, turns out she was just a low-level demon." Ye Chuan didn't even have a bit of interest in her divine soul.
After dealing with Satania, Ye Chuan slowly raised his head and looked at the Demon King in mid-air.
The Demon King was currently gripping the Demon King's Sword tightly, watching him warily.
She could clearly feel the vast, boundless power emanating from Ye Chuan. It was a power far beyond her imagination, one capable of easily destroying the entire world.
The human she had clearly killed with a single sword strike just a moment ago was now making her feel unprecedented fear.
"Just who are you?"
The Demon King's voice remained cold, but it carried a faint, imperceptible tremble.
Ye Chuan looked at her, his golden eyes completely unruffled.
"Demon King?" Ye Chuan also noticed that this Demon King seemed to have not fully awakened yet, which meant—
He could kill her!
Ye Chuan instantly summoned the Chaos Domain, dragging the Demon King inside!
The Demon King flapped her giant wings, frowning as she looked at the surrounding domain that devoured all light.
Ye Chuan's figure slowly emerged from the chaos. A smile traced the corners of his mouth, and the Hero's Sword appeared in his hand, shining faintly.
"Die, Demon King."
However, just as this thought arose in Ye Chuan's mind, another voice echoed in his brain.
[No, Angelina!]
[She is not the Demon King! She is Angelina!]
Ye Chuan: "..."
Ye Chuan narrowed his eyes.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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