Chapter 1210: Chapter 1208: Fall, Ardent Heart

“Don’t hurt my sister, I’ll agree to anything!” cried Zhixin tearfully.

Although Yan was only a few minutes older, she had always taken care of and protected Zhixin like a big sister.

“Zhixin, no!” Yan’s face changed drastically at these words.

“Sister, I can’t let him bully you!” Zhixin said, tears streaming.

“No, Zhixin, I’d rather die than see you fall!” Yan roared.

Zhixin’s expression turned calm, and she looked placidly at Damandis, saying, “I can fall, but you must not harm a hair on my sister’s head!”

“Kill me, Damandis!” Yan shouted at Damandis.

Watching this scene, Damandis smiled slightly, “You two have such a deep sisterly bond, don’t you? While I’m not a good person, I do keep my promises, Zhixin. As long as you take this Angel Potion, I’ll let your sister go.”

Damandis took out an angel-shaped bottle and tossed it to Zhixin.

“No, sister, no!” Yan cried out loud.

The Angel Potion, also held by Heaven’s Judgment, is used to stimulate potential, but clearly, the one given to Zhixin by Damandis is nothing like Heaven’s Judgment’s.

It’s rumored that the Underworld River’s Angel Potion not only enhances an angel’s potential but also controls them.

Of course, that’s not the scariest part—the most frightening aspect is that Angel Potions have a high mortality rate.

The higher the order of the Angel Potion, the higher the mortality rate.

Even Heaven’s Judgment hardly uses Angel Potions now.

“This is the Eighth-Order Angel Potion. Although you can’t ascend to Hermit-level after taking it, it can definitely increase your strength, Zhixin. Fall, for only through falling can you gain freedom.” Seeing Zhixin’s struggle, Damandis tempted her.

The Eighth-Order Angel Potion already has a mortality rate exceeding fifty percent, and even though Zhixin is a Holy Order Angel, the risk is likely over thirty percent.

Otherwise, the Underworld River wouldn’t just have a handful of Fallen Demon Kings by now.

If even Holy Order Angels have a mortality rate over thirty percent, ordinary people would have little chance of surviving.

For an ordinary person, the mortality rate of taking the Eighth-Order Angel Potion is close to a hundred percent.

“Zhixin, listen to me; I’m not afraid of death, but you absolutely can’t drink that potion—it will kill you!” Yan still tried to persuade her sister.

Zhixin’s gaze fell on Yan, her expression softening a bit, “Sister, I know you’re not afraid of death, neither am I, but I fear losing you…”

Sometimes it’s not death that’s frightening but living.

Neither Yan nor Zhixin feared death—they feared the other getting hurt.

“Zhixin, my patience is wearing thin. Choose between falling and watching your sister die before your eyes!” Damandis said impatiently.

Zhixin seemed to have made a decision and slowly opened the Angel Potion bottle.

“Zhixin, don’t!” Yan’s face was stained with tears.

“Yes, that’s right, fall—only through falling can you be free!” Damandis said, thrilled.

If Zhixin died after taking the Angel Potion, he would kill Yan without hesitation.

This would mean eliminating two Holy Order Angels from Heaven’s Judgment, greatly weakening their power.

If Zhixin survived, all the better—the Underworld River would gain a new Fallen Demon King.

Naturally, even if Zhixin survived, he would still kill Yan, as Zhixin would then obey his commands.

Today truly is a good day; even without killing the Tyrant, the gains are sufficient.

Gulp!

Zhixin drank the entire Angel Potion in one go.

“Zhixin!” Yan almost fainted upon witnessing this.

“Damandis, I’ve taken the Angel Potion. Now can you release my sister?” Zhixin looked at Damandis in rage.

“Hehe, Zhixin, it seems you’ve forgotten what the world calls me,” Damandis smirked wickedly.

“Demon!”

“Exactly, that’s what they call me—a demon. Do you believe what a demon says?”

“You!” Although she knew Damandis would definitely break his promise, hearing him say it out loud shattered the last sliver of hope in Zhixin.

Zhixin raised her battle sword, ready to fight Damandis to the death, but after only a couple of steps, she collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, Damandis frowned slightly, “Did she die? I didn’t expect even a Holy Order Angel to withstand the Angel Potion’s effects.”

Though slightly disappointed, it was only a small disappointment.

“Zhixin…” Closing her eyes in pain, Yan watched her sister fall.

“Yan, your sister is dead. Now it’s your turn.” Damandis prepared to dispose of Yan as well.

After dealing with the Twin Angel Sisters, he had to go deal with the Tyrant.

“Hmm!”

Just as Damandis was about to snap Yan’s neck, he suddenly felt a murderous intent from behind. He snorted coldly, grabbing Yan to use as a shield.

It was a flying knife, thin as a cicada’s wing. Even a Saint could barely track its path, but Damandis saw it clearly.

Using Yan as a shield in front, the flying knife was aimed directly at Yan’s neck.

Just as the knife was about to pierce Yan’s neck, it suddenly changed direction and, with a puff, sliced through Damandis’s wrist.

“Ah!”

Damandis let out a scream, involuntarily letting go of Yan.

As soon as Damandis released Yan, a dazzling golden slash was already coming toward him, causing him to flip his wings to block.

Boom!

The Flame Sword Qi struck Damandis’s wings, causing an explosion that forced his body to retreat involuntarily.

Wang Dadong seized the opportunity to pick up Yan.

As the flames dispersed, revealing the pitch-black wings unharmed.

That recently unleashed Fiery Sword Qi, though not full strength, failed to even scratch Damandis’s wings, despite Wang Dadong being Hermit-level.

“Tyrant, you’re finally here!” The black wings spread, revealing Damandis’s face.

“She’s been saved. You need to escape now…” Yan lay in Wang Dadong’s embrace, her face devoid of any color, her gaze lifeless.

With Zhixin dead, Yan felt as if the sky had fallen. She no longer had the will to live.

“Yan, listen to me, Zhixin isn’t dead. I just used a special acupuncture technique to seal Zhixin’s acupoints. If the Heavenly God can treat her within two hours, she can survive. But we need to deal with Damandis first. I need your help!”