Chapter 608 - 422: So-Called Justice Is Just to Maintain Your Hypocritical Order (Part 2)

While Amaterasu was fending off the Twelve-winged Angel’s attack, Beckett and Guerrero weren’t standing idle.

The two of them cast another spell, unleashing two rays of golden light from their hands. The beams shot toward Amaterasu like a pair of golden dragons.

Amaterasu failed to dodge in time and was struck by the two rays. Her body was instantly enveloped in light as she let out a pained groan.

The Twelve-winged Angel seized the opportunity, swinging its Holy Sword once more and thrusting it toward Amaterasu’s body.

Amaterasu tried to evade, but her movements were sluggish, restrained by the Seven-Colored Domain.

The Holy Sword mercilessly plunged into Amaterasu’s body, and blood instantly gushed out.

The Twelve-winged Angel showed no mercy. It swung the Holy Sword again and again, carving one bloody hole after another into Amaterasu’s body until she was riddled with wounds.

Finally, the Twelve-winged Angel brought its sword down on Amaterasu’s arm. With a sickening CRACK, one of her arms was brutally severed.

The severed arm, trailing blood, fell from the sky.

Amaterasu herself plummeted from the sky like a kite with a snapped string, crashing heavily onto the icy ground of the Demon Cave.

The impact gouged a massive crater in the ground, sending shattered rock flying in all directions.

Amaterasu lay in the crater, her eyes filled with indignation and despair.

Her blood flowed out unceasingly, staining the surrounding earth a dark red.

The fierce battle had left the already grim and terrifying Demon Cave in an even greater state of ruin.

The surrounding rock had been pulverized by the immense power, and the black mist had been blasted and scattered. The entire Demon Cave trembled from the fight.

Meanwhile, the three victors stood a short distance away, coldly watching Amaterasu on the ground. There was no pity in their eyes, only the indifference of victory and wariness for their next target.

The Twelve-winged Angel, radiating a sacred light, stood like a holy, inviolable Lighthouse, its body wreathed in the aura of pure divinity.

This aura acted like an invisible shackle, pressing down heavily on Amaterasu and subjecting her Divine Format to unprecedented suppression.

At this moment, Amaterasu was continuously spitting up crimson blood, which splattered like shattered Rubies across the cold floor of the Demon Cave.

Her expression was one of deep indignation, and her once-bright eyes were now shrouded in gloom.

"If my Divine Format weren’t damaged, how could mere mortal bodies like yours ever hope to harm me!"

Amaterasu gritted her teeth, her voice, tinged with anger and helplessness, echoing through the silent, gloomy Demon Cave.

’She was filled with regret. If not for the prior incident that had left her Divine Format flawed, how could she, with her power, have ended up in such a miserable state?’

At this critical moment, Chu He’s calm and resolute voice suddenly sounded from behind Amaterasu. "Your task is complete. I’ll take it from here."

The moment his voice fell, the sky above the Demon Cave, once dominated by darkness and cold, was abruptly filled with a vast golden light.

The light surged forward like a roiling golden tide with overwhelming force.

The wailing night winds that had been rampaging through the Demon Cave were instantly silenced, as if choked by an invisible hand, coming to an abrupt halt.

At the same time, the bone-chilling cold within the Demon Cave was replaced in the blink of an eye by a warmth like that of spring.

The change was so sudden it was as if the very rules of time and space had been forcibly rewritten.

A figure slowly materialized within the dazzling, sky-filling golden light.

It was a slender yet upright figure, dressed in a seemingly plain black robe.

However, this black robe seemed to possess endless Magic Power, radiating an absolute, unrivaled oppressive force.

This pressure spread out with the golden light like an invisible net, making everyone present feel as if they were being crushed by Mount Tai, unable to breathe.

Beckett, Guerrero, and the Tota Arhat, who had been floating in the sky, felt a suffocating power wash over them like a tidal wave.

Their bodies seemed to lose control, and they fell involuntarily toward the cold ground of the Demon Cave.

The moment they landed, their legs felt weak, and they could barely stand steady.

Not only that, but the power within their bodies was also seized by an invisible hand, absolutely suppressed and sealed away, unable to circulate freely.

Only the brilliant, holy Twelve-winged Angel in the sky still stubbornly flapped its feathered, energy-formed wings.

But upon closer inspection, one could see that this supposedly holy and inviolable Twelve-winged Angel was now trembling slightly.

The trembling was subtle, but in the tense atmosphere, it was remarkably conspicuous.

But no one could be sure of the reason for its trembling. Was it fear in the face of the immense pressure from Chu He? Was it straining with all its might to resist this terrifying power? Or was it, on some level, enraged by the audacity of this force?

The surroundings of the Demon Cave, already in ruins from the previous battle, began to crumble even further under the impact of this immense power.

Cracks spread rapidly across the surrounding rock walls like spiderwebs, and large chunks of stone broke off, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.