The black sword light tore through the sky, carrying a momentum powerful enough to cleave half the continent apart, slashing straight down at Ye Chuan's head!
The world lost its color, and space itself was collapsing.
The demonic aura surrounding Angelina condensed into a physical form. Her massive black wings flapped fiercely, stirring up a sky full of shattered rocks and flames.
This sword strike was her full-powered blow after awakening the power of the Demon King!
Yet Ye Chuan merely stood in place and gently brought his hands together.
The Demon King Sword and the Hero Sword crossed above his head, forming a barrier of intertwined black and white.
Clang!!!
A deafening crash echoed throughout Blackstone Mountain. A golden shockwave expanded outward with the two of them at the center, and the surrounding scenery continuously disintegrated into particles!
The Demon King Angelina only felt an irresistible, immense force transmitting from the blade.
She looked at the man before her in disbelief. He had clearly been completely vulnerable just a moment ago, so how could he suddenly become this terrifying?
Is this all the strength you have? Angelina.
No, Alter Angelina.
Ye Chuan spoke faintly, lightly flicking his wrist.
Crack—
That layer of Demon King's Protection, which had once left Ye Chuan helpless and forced him to flee in a panic, shattered like glass at the sound, turning into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air.
Pfft—
Angelina spat out a large mouthful of black blood. Like a kite with a broken string, she fell from midair and smashed heavily onto the ground, blasting a massive crater into the hard rock.
She struggled to stand up, but every bone in her body felt as if it had been shattered. She didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
This is impossible...
Sprawled on the ground, she raised her head, her purple eyes bloodshot and filled with disbelief.
She was the absolute Lord of Death of the Aether Continent, the Demon King chosen by the will of the world, possessing the immortal and indestructible Demon King's Protection. How could it be shattered by someone with a single sword strike?
How could she be crushed by someone she had instantly killed just a moment ago?
Nothing is impossible.
Ye Chuan walked up to her step by step, looking down at her from above.
Did you think you were the protagonist of this world? He crouched down, looking at the miserable Angelina, his tone flat.
No, you are not.
I will find a way to remodel you, Angelina... no, Demon King.
A crazed killing intent ignited in Angelina's eyes. She fiercely channeled the last bit of magic power in her body. The demonic aura around her violently surged once more, transforming into countless black tentacles that stabbed toward Ye Chuan:
I'll kill you!!!
But before those tentacles could even touch Ye Chuan, they were instantly devoured by the chaotic power surrounding him, failing to stir up even a single ripple.
Ye Chuan shook his head and stood up.
It seems talking nicely is useless.
He slowly raised his right hand, a silver-white halo of time shimmering in his palm.
Since you like killing people so much...
The instant his voice fell, time abruptly stopped.
The flying rubble, the burning flames, the stunned soldiers in the distance, and the crazed expression on Angelina's face—everything froze in this exact moment.
In the entire world, only Ye Chuan and the flowing light of time in his palm remained.
One-thousandth of a second.
To the outside world, it was merely the blink of an eye.
But to Angelina, it was a hell long enough to drive someone to madness.
Her heart was pierced by sharp swords.
Her soul was crushed.
She was frozen by solid ice.
Every death brought the most extreme agony.
During every death, her consciousness was incredibly clear. She could distinctly feel the coldness of her life draining away little by little, hear the sound of her own bones shattering, and smell the metallic tang of her own blood.
In that single instant, Angelina died countless times.
The moment time began to flow again.
Angelina let out a miserable shriek so piercing it didn't sound human.
She curled up on the ground, her entire body twitching violently. In her purple eyes, there was no longer the slightest hint of killing intent or coldness, leaving only boundless terror and emptiness.
Her Demon King armor shattered inch by inch, revealing her pale, frail body beneath.
Her will had been completely destroyed by the instantaneous wave of deaths.
No... no... don't kill me... please... don't kill me...
She begged incoherently, trembling all over like a frightened little animal, lacking even the courage to look up at Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan looked at her in this state without a shred of pity.
He reached out and pressed his hand against the top of Angelina's head.
Optimize.
Black light erupted from his palm, and a massive, pure dark power was forcefully extracted from Angelina's body.
Angelina let out a pained whimper, her body arching like a shrimp.
Countless black runes peeled off her body, turning into streaks of black currents that surged into Ye Chuan's body and ultimately merged into the Demon King Sword in his left hand.
The Demon King Sword let out an excited hum, and the black flames on its blade burned even more vigorously.
Having lost the authority of the Demon King, Angelina completely reverted to an ordinary white-haired girl. Her aura was weak, as if she could die at any moment.
Ye Chuan withdrew his hand, looking at the unconscious Angelina on the ground, and pondered for a moment.
He extended his finger again and gently tapped the center of Angelina's forehead.
Rewrite memory.
He gradually implanted the memories from another timeline, where a young Angelina lived together with him in Yisu Town, into her mind.
He erased all her experiences of awakening as the Demon King and her memories of slaughtering countless people, leaving behind only the memories of that naive, kind-hearted little girl who relied on Ye Chuan.
After doing all this, Ye Chuan pulled his hand back.
It wasn't long before Angelina slowly opened her eyes.
There was no longer any gloom in her purple eyes; only clarity and innocence remained.
She looked at Ye Chuan in front of her, then glanced at the burning forest and the corpses littering the ground, a confused expression appearing on her face.
Ye Chuan? she spoke softly, her voice sweet and tender, a stark contrast to the cold Demon King.
Why... why are we here? It's so scary here...
She reached out her small hand, tightly gripping the hem of Ye Chuan's clothes, and hid behind him like a frightened little rabbit.
Ye Chuan smiled and rubbed her soft white hair. It's okay, we just got lost. Now, I'll take you home.
Home? Angelina's eyes lit up. Are we going back to our home in Yisu Town?
No, back to my home.
Ye Chuan took a tenant card glowing with white light from his system space and gently pressed it against her forehead.
A gentle white light enveloped Angelina, directly teleporting her to the Ten Thousand Realms Apartment.
[New Tenant: Demon King Angelina]
Tenant Quality: A
Strength: Tier 9
Status: Memory Altered, Personality Remodeled
...]
Ye Chuan turned around and looked into the distance.
The Alliance army was rushing toward this direction—
Lord Xi Xi!
Are you alright?!
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