Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 367 - 306: If That Day Truly Comes, I Will Kill Him with My Own Hands
The roar shaking heaven and earth grew deafening, and faint cracks began to appear in the firmament.
The clash between the two titans was a horror that words could not begin to describe.
Space itself quaked, threatening to tear asunder.
The battle raged for countless days and nights.
"BOOM!"
Minos was sent crashing into a cliff by a single punch, tearing through five or six rock faces before he finally came to a halt. Blood stained his face and the corners of his mouth. A closer look revealed that his wings were mostly drenched in blood, some twisted at unnatural angles. The gore was especially evident behind his shoulders—several of his wings had been brutally snapped off.
"The Angel Clan went to all the trouble of producing a Ten-winged Angel. Now, let me see... how many wings are left?"
The Demon Lord casually tossed a blood-soaked wing from his hand and roared with laughter. "So what if you’re a Ten-winged Angel? I’ll snap every last one of them. You brought this upon yourself. A pity! But I will grant you your wish!"
"Rather than torturing you, I might as well put you out of your misery."
The Demon Sword in the Demon Lord’s hand thrust straight for his heart.
A sudden burst of blinding light sent the Demon Lord flying back for miles.
His robes were torn to shreds, leaving Minos’s upper body nearly bare. From the center of his chest, hundreds of golden lines began to spread, crawling up his neck and threatening to cover the lower half of his face.
The broken wings behind him retracted, replaced by a new pair of wings—even more slender, sacred, and forged of blazing gold.
A Divine Ring materialized behind him.
When he opened his eyes again, his golden, slitted pupils were as sharp as blades.
His divine wings unfurled, and he soared into the void. Like the rising sun, he bathed the world in brilliant light.
The endless black mists were devoured by the light.
Wherever the light touched, shadows vanished and agonized screams echoed across the land.
Night turned into eternal day!
"A Divine Angel!"
It dawned on the Demon Lord, who then broke into a maniacal laugh. "You know, you remind me of an old acquaintance who fell long ago. A pity he was such a sinful, ugly Fallen Angel..."
The two sides clashed once more.
The sky shattered like a broken mirror. The four Gates wavered precariously, faintly revealing the world beyond the seal.
If the Gates were destroyed, countless Demon Beasts would escape in the chaos. Yet, not a single one tried to flee. They couldn’t even get near the Gates; the instant they touched the light, their very souls were obliterated.
The Divine Ring behind Minos shot into the void. The Space-Time Domain expanded, pulling the Demon Lord within.
...
「Meanwhile」
Sang Luo had brought Quan Jin back to the Phoenix Palace. Fei Yuan, sensing something was amiss, had left the imperial court early. He breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing she was unharmed, but his brow furrowed deeply at the sight of the unconscious Quan Jin on the bed.
Sang Luo had no time for explanations. With red-rimmed eyes and a choked voice, she pleaded, "Ah Yuan, please, check on Quan Jin. What’s wrong with him?"
Seeing her distress, Fei Yuan didn’t dare ask more questions and quickly examined Quan Jin’s body. The man was gravely injured, his life force frighteningly weak, but he was still breathing. He was alive, if only by a thread.
Fei Yuan took out his best healing medicine and administered it to Quan Jin. Though his physical injuries slowly began to mend, he showed no signs of waking from his coma.
A few days later, Fei Yuan finally discovered the root of the problem. His expression was grim.
"Luo’er, his condition is complicated." Fei Yuan looked at Sang Luo, his voice faltering for a moment. "You... should prepare yourself to lose him."
Sang Luo could hear her own heart hammering wildly in her chest. She forced herself to remain composed and said in a low voice, "Tell me. I’m prepared."
"His injuries are indeed severe, both internal and external. But the ultimate reason for his coma is that he... he ’ate’ a wisp of the Demon Lord’s Divine Sense."
"’Ate’... his Divine Sense? What does that mean?"
"He probably never told you, but he’s of mixed Demon Beast heritage. Half of his bloodline is that of a Primordial Demon. The Primordial Demon bloodline has a unique talent—devouring. It can consume the power of all things. I don’t know if it was intentional or a desperate act, but to swallow the Demon Lord’s Divine Sense... the risk is immense."
A lump formed in Sang Luo’s throat. She knew Fei Yuan was trying to put it gently, that the reality was probably far more perilous. "Is the worst-case scenario... death?"
"No. The worst case, in fact, isn’t death," Fei Yuan said, shaking his head. "If he can successfully refine this wisp of Divine Sense, he’ll gain an incredible power boost. But if he’s overwhelmed by it... he will become a new vessel for the Demon Lord."
Fei Yuan added, "When he opens his eyes again, it might not be him anymore."
"...Is there no other way?"
"It’s all up to him now."
Fei Yuan’s gaze fell upon Sang Luo, and his brow furrowed. He stepped forward and pulled aside the high collar of her robes, revealing ghastly scarlet marks on her neck. A powerful Demonic Qi had seeped into the wounds, ensuring they would not heal quickly.
"’He’ did this?" Fei Yuan’s tone was ice-cold.
Sang Luo shook her head, explaining, "It wasn’t Quan Jin. The Demon Lord was just possessing his body..."
Fei Yuan drew his sword and lunged toward the bed to strike Quan Jin down. Sang Luo’s eyes widened in terror. She scrambled to stop him, her hands clamping down on his and the hilt of the sword. "What are you doing?!"
"Luo’er, if he undergoes Demonization, the consequences will be catastrophic. We have to kill him now, while we still can, and eliminate this threat."
"No..." Sang Luo bit her lip, her voice firm. "His Soul Mark hasn’t faded. He’s still in there."
"..."
Sang Luo pressed the tip of the sword to her own throat. "If he truly undergoes Demonization, I will kill him with my own hands."
Fei Yuan’s pupils constricted, and he immediately dropped the sword. "And if you can’t bring yourself to do it...?"
"If that day comes, I will strike! I won’t show any mercy!" Sang Luo’s voice rang with conviction.
Fei Yuan had no choice but to concede. "Fine. We’ll do it your way."
Fei Yuan knew Sang Luo was passionate and deeply loyal; killing one of her Beast Husbands in front of her would be too cruel. Although he didn’t believe Quan Jin could ever return, he trusted that if that day came, Luo’er would know what was right. He believed she would be prepared and could steel her heart to do what was necessary.
’I’ll help her kill him.’
Sang Luo collapsed into a chair by the bed. After a long silence, another thought made her let out a bitter laugh. "I can’t believe it. After all this time, the Demon Realm still hasn’t given up... I lured out the Demon Lord from hiding, and Minos found me through my Soul Mark. I can sense that he’s still in the Void Demon Realm, locked in a desperate battle with the Demon Lord..."
She looked at Fei Yuan, who understood her unspoken plea. He raised a hand and caressed her cheek. "Don’t worry. I’ll go help him."
"Thank you, Ah Yuan. But don’t get bogged down in the fight. If you run into trouble, retreat immediately. I can’t bear to see any of you get hurt again." Sang Luo pressed her lips together, her voice filled with guilt. "I’m always sending you into danger..."
Fei Yuan’s long, elegant phoenix eyes curved into a smile. He gave the tip of her nose a gentle pinch. "Little Luoruo, you have no idea how happy it makes me that I’m the first person you think of when you’re in trouble. This kind of hard, tiring work is for the males to handle. Otherwise, I wouldn’t feel like I was earning my keep as your mate."
"Besides, don’t worry. I still have a Nirvana Life left. I won’t die."
Hearing that last part, Sang Luo quickly shook her head. "Come back to me whole. You can’t lose even one life!"
The smile at the corners of his mouth widened. "Yes, I know."
After Fei Yuan left, Sang Luo kept a vigil by Quan Jin’s side day and night, but he showed no signs of waking.
Fei Yuan had mentioned that the sooner Quan Jin woke up, the safer he would be. It would be best if he regained consciousness within three days.
But far more than three days had passed.
Sang Luo grew increasingly uneasy.
She leaned down and kissed his forehead, then his lips.
Warm tears fell onto his face.
"Quan Jin, please wake up..."
"Caesar..."
