CHAPTER 253: CHAPTER 253: THE FALL OF THE ANGEL RACE

Time flies, and a day passed in the blink of an eye.

The Angel Race.

The Blazing Angels Race also faced a critical moment of life and death.

"Hurry up! Stop dawdling!"

A few War Angels rudely pushed and shoved, driving Liu Xia and the other Blazing Angels out of the dungeon where they had been imprisoned for a long time.

The blinding sunlight poured down suddenly, causing the Blazing Angels who had lived in darkness for so long to squint their eyes instinctively.

Seeing this, one War Angel mocked sardonically:

"Enjoy this last bit of sunlight! You’ll never see it again!"

Hearing this, Liu Xia shot a frosty glare at the War Angel.

Feeling Liu Li’s gaze, the boastful War Angel shuddered all over.

Liu Xia had once served as the Vice Clan Leader of the Angel Race.

Now, although her power had been sealed, nevertheless...

The aura of a longtime superior still lingered.

However, in the next moment...

"Damn you!"

The War Angel, snapped back to his senses, felt humiliated and angry, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to step forward to teach Liu Xia a lesson.

"Stop!"

An older War Angel hurriedly stopped him, lowering his voice to warn:

"The Clan Leader ordered them to be taken to the plaza for public execution. If anything goes wrong during this, can you take the responsibility?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the young War Angel’s fury.

He dared not defy Mi Zhan’s order!

Then, he reluctantly stepped aside, spitting harshly on the ground, choking down his anger.

"Consider yourselves lucky!"

Soon after, Liu Xia and the others were escorted to the highest mountain peak of the Angel Race.

At the summit was an immensely large plaza.

At this moment, the plaza was filled with a sea of people.

It wasn’t just the War Angel Race; countless other races had gathered here as well.

At this moment, the entire plaza buzzed with discussion.

"What’s going on? Why did the Angel Race invite us all here?"

"Not sure! I heard they are going to execute a group of villains!"

"Villains? What villains?"

"Fool! It must be the Blazing Angels Race. Now that the War Angel Race holds power over the Angel Race, this group of Blazing Angels is certainly going to be purged."

"I understand the logic, but why are we all called here?"

Amid the chaotic discussions, Liu Xia and the others were escorted to the center of the plaza on a high platform.

Under the strange binding of chains, they had no ability to resist.

At this moment, they could only be bound in the center of the platform, for all to see.

However, even in captivity, every Blazing Angel stood with their backs straight.

Seeing this scene, the discussion below grew even louder.

"Even the former Vice Clan Leader is to be executed?"

"That’s near Totem Level top-tier combat strength! The Angel Race is truly deep in its foundation, discarding such powerful individuals without hesitation."

"Speaking of which, during the time of the Blazing Angels’ power, they treated various races rather benevolently. Now this War Angel Race..."

"Watch your words," an elder hurriedly interrupted, "Be careful not to get dealt with by the War Angels as well!"

Within this territory spanning hundreds of miles, the Angel Race always stood at the top of the food chain.

All races are reliant on the Angel Race for survival.

Therefore, regarding the decisions of the Angel Race, they naturally have no say.

Today, their sole purpose was to be spectators.

And just as the crowd was buzzing, a voice suddenly rang out.

"The Clan Leader is here! The Elders are here!"

The loud proclamation echoed through the skies.

The next moment, golden light burgeoned in the clouds, and over a dozen figures broke through the air.

Leading them, Mi Zhan spread his Eight Wings, exuding a sharp pressure all over.

They hovered above the plaza as if deities descending to the world.

Mi Zhan’s icy gaze swept across the audience, his voice cold as iron and ice:

"Today will be marked in the Angel Race’s annals!"

"From this moment on, the Angel Race will officially be renamed as the War Angel Race!"

"The Blazing Angels Race will become history!"

As soon as these words fell, the War Angels on the plaza erupted in cheers like mountains roaring and seas raging:

"Long live the Clan Leader, the War Angel Race shall prevail forever!"

Watching the frenzied cheering of the War Angel clansmen below, the corners of Mi Zhan’s mouth curved into a satisfied arc.

The brainwashing during this time had evidently been effective...

Now, across the Angel Race, no one spoke of the inseparability of War Angels and Blazing Angels anymore.

Then, he pressed his hands down slowly, and the noisy plaza instantly fell silent.

Mi Zhan’s gaze moved away from Liu Xia and the others, slowly sweeping over the representatives of various races below the platform.

Today, aside from executing this group of Blazing Angels, there was another important purpose.

That was...

To coerce this group of alien war teams!

Mi Zhan himself didn’t know why...

The Demon Race he was liaising with suddenly issued this order.

To summon all alien races and force them to ally with the Demon Race.

For such a command, Mi Zhan felt a bit baffled.

One must know, the Demon Race in the past only engaged in fighting and killing, matters like persuading other races to ally...

Unless it was one of the top-notch races, the Demon Race wouldn’t have this option for persuasion.

But now...

The Demon Race was actually gathering a bunch of ordinary races.

Quite strange indeed!

After all, among these races, the strongest were mostly some Monarch Level, a good one might have one or two Half-step Totem Level powerhouses.

What’s the point of these, even if they allied with the Demon Race?

He couldn’t figure it out.

But since he had chosen to ally with the Demon Race...

These were orders from above, and he had only to execute them.

He slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

When he opened them again, his gaze was filled with determination.

He had no choice!

He could only ally with the Demon Race!

Mi Zhan had tried numerous ways to break through to the Totem Level, but...

It seemed as if the heavens and earth were against him, he could never reach the Totem Level.

Now he was at a dead end, and the only road left was aligning with the Demon Race.

Even if it meant dragging the entire Angel Race into a deep abyss of suffering, he would do it without hesitation!

Thinking of this, he exchanged a glance with several War Angel elders beside him.

The elders understood and quietly spread out across the plaza, secretly blocking all exit routes for the alien races.

Seeing everything set, Mi Zhan slowly turned, approaching Liu Xia.

"Liu Xia, the last chance."

His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion:

"Tell me the whereabouts of the Divine Pattern, or the whereabouts of Liu Li."

Previously, the two of them had both been Vice Clan Leaders, a relationship that could have been characterized as colleagues.

But now...

They stood on opposite sides!

And facing these words from Mi Zhan, Liu Xia’s face was full of sarcasm.

"Mi Zhan, we’ve known each other for so many years, do you think it’s possible for you to get any information from me?"

This answer was within Mi Zhan’s expectations.

If Liu Xia would succumb, then she wouldn’t be Liu Xia.

It’s just that he never expected to get information from Liu Xia in the first place!

He turned indifferently, his gaze sweeping over the other imprisoned Blazing Angels:

"What about you? Provide clues, and I will spare your life."

The platform was dead silent.

No Blazing Angel answered.

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