Douluo Continent: Peerless Angel Qian Renxue.

The seawater of the spiritual ocean was also occupied by the little devil's poison at this moment. Those were the most essential spiritual power of Chang Gongwei, the origin of a god's consciousness.

Logically, the seawater should have been filled with his spiritual energy, which was imbued with the attributes of the Angel of Light. So, it should undoubtedly be golden spiritual energy, but at this moment, it was emitting a chilling purplish-black color.

The sky above the Sea of ​​Spirits turned pitch black at this moment. No light could be seen within the body of this angel of light, except for the black and white halo summoned by the little devil.

And around her, there were twinkling lights, surrounding the little devil, like a galaxy flowing in the dark sea of ​​spirit. At this moment, the sea and sky seemed to be reversed, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

It was truly suffocating, because outside, deathly aura was beginning to emanate from Chang Gongwei's body, and a crown of thorns that had nothing to do with angels appeared on his head.

He seemed to have fallen, succumbing from the holy light of an angel to evil thoughts, and the twelve wings behind him began to shrink. The wings folded forward, encircling his body from his sides, and the pain he was experiencing could be seen from his movements and expression alone.

The tips of the wings turned into sharp thorns, which came to his chest and pierced into it, as if telling his heart to stop beating so naughtily.

At that moment, his long golden hair seemed to begin to grow inward, as if it were both shrinking and falling out on its own.

Within the sea of ​​spirit, countless holes appeared on the horizon, breaches created by the little devil's poison. In just about a minute, the sea of ​​spirit of a peak first-level god instantly became riddled with holes. The golden hair growing inward seemed to be used to plug these holes, preventing the spiritual power within his sea of ​​spirit from leaking out.

"it's useless."

With a snap of her fingers, the little devil conjured up countless bizarre creatures from the sea. This was her third soul skill—the Summoning of a Thousand Threads, a summoning-type soul skill. At this moment, the little devil harnessed the spiritual power of the longbow and made it work for her.

Various spiritual beings, created by Chang Gongwei's own mental power, emerged from the sea. At this moment, the little devil was like a complete villain, ruthlessly killing the so-called angel of light. However, she did not regret it; she even wanted this guy to die quickly.

Putting aside the prejudice of judging by appearances, this guy has already become Qian Renxue's enemy on the level of "the uniqueness of the Angel God-King". Although the little angel has already disintegrated his angel godhood and wanted to verify it himself, the little angel said that "the so-called test perception of the uniqueness of the God-King has weakened", not that it has "disappeared".

In other words, the little angels did not completely escape the monitoring of the laws of the universe, but only their control was weakened.

So they wanted to see if having the little devil kill the Archangel of Light, Longbow, could break the curse. They weren't sure about the success rate, but it was worth a try.

The Little Devil is also Qian Renxue, isn't she?

The spiritual creatures summoned by the little devil rushed out in all directions and then dispersed.

It's unclear whether their origin lies in the spiritual power of Chang Gongwei, which makes them fear their creator; or whether they were overwritten by the abilities of the lesser demons, granting them the power to devour and erode, and filling them with greed for the pure soul power around them.

At this moment, the little devil's spirit plunged the scythe she had conjured into the sea. The ancient, bluish-purple scythe was covered in the power of the evil god, and with her movements, the scythe emitted eight sharp blade lights, which spread outwards from the little devil as the center.

Those blades of light resembled bluish-purple thorns or the sharpest attacks, causing the seawater to automatically separate and split open in response. Ancient texts of the Spirit Hall spoke of gods cleaving straits with swords, and now this little devil was capable of cleaving a peak-level god's "Sea of ​​Spirit" or "Divine Consciousness Dimension" into a shape resembling the Jingyang Mountains—eight legs like a spider. She slightly shifted her body, turning the scythe handle from her right hand to her left, and exerted force with both hands simultaneously.

"Mother, although you always tell me not to blindly imitate the abilities you once possessed..." she said softly, "I still can't help but imagine in my mind the skills you once had."

As soon as she finished speaking, eight more scythes suddenly emerged from the cracks or wounds in the sea that she had cleaved, bringing the total number of demonic scythes under her control to nine.

At this moment, the sea of ​​spirit seemed to be in turmoil. The little demon creatures summoned by the lesser demons suddenly accelerated again, bobbing up and down in the seawater. The waves of spiritual energy surged and splashed out countless points of light when the waves fell back to the surface of the sea.

It was as if a vengeful ghost was wailing in the "air." The sound came from a black and white halo summoned by the little devil. Its black borders on the left and right sides were slightly elongated, making it look like a giant eye, but it only had whites and no pupils.

"You're not an angel... Why are you getting involved in our battle... Who are you...?" Chang Gongwei's spirit was also in this shattered sea of ​​spirits, but he could only watch helplessly as it all unfolded.

Because of his mistake, by the time he realized something was wrong, his mental sea had almost become a playground for little devils. When his consciousness returned to his mental sea, he found that he had lost some of his ability to control it.

Because the little devil's poison was simply too potent. In fact, either the poison of the Eternal Spider King or the poison of the Dark Demon God alone would be enough to leave him struggling to the death, but now that both were at once, how could he possibly withstand them?

"Haven't you ever considered that your only opponent should never be an angel?"

"Don't you know that if you hadn't taken the initiative to come to us, according to our plan, we might not want to have any major karmic ties with you in the future?"

"Oh, you really don't know. Because you probably don't even know why you have a face that looks almost exactly like everyone else's. You're just a pawn on the chessboard of the gods, yet you're smug about being a 'general'."

The little devil stood calmly amidst the black and white halo, like the hardest reef in this vast ocean, unmoved by any erosion, even taking control of this ocean that did not originally belong to him, and then unleashing a huge tidal wave that crashed against the boundaries of this world.

The black and white halo, resembling an eye, suddenly seemed to come to life.

"The Rakshasa's demonic eyes can annihilate heaven and earth; in a single breath, it can slaughter all three thousand realms!"

The little devil didn't speak, but its intense voice echoed throughout the entire sea of ​​consciousness. It was a demon's whisper, carrying endless killing intent and destruction. The most powerful attack from Bibi Dong's 100,000-year-old torso was forcibly simulated by the little devil. This wasn't an ability she inherently possessed, but rather a replication achieved through her own mental power.

This kind of situation is rare and hard to come by; it might be difficult to replicate it next time.

A massive beam of red light shot out from the black and white halo, and in that instant, Chang Gongwei heard the whoosh of wind beside his ear. (End of Chapter)