“An angel?” Bai Yue Ling froze slightly. “Why would there be an angel’s sigil in the underground canyon of the Forest of Nature?”
But she quickly snapped back to reality—now wasn’t the time to ponder this.
She hurriedly waved her hands to clear the rubble above, stretching her right hand desperately to touch the sigil… If she could summon this spirit, she’d have a sliver of hope!
Whoosh!
A blade arc slashed diagonally, grazing the tips of her nails, startling her into pulling her right hand back.
The next moment, a foot stomped heavily on the back of her hand, crushing her hopes entirely.
“Don’t get cocky—every little move you make is crystal clear to me!”
The Leader vented her frustration by grinding Bai Yue Ling’s hand against the rubble. Blood trickled down the cracks, pooling into a small puddle on the ground.
She used the tip of her guandao to lift Bai Yue Ling’s chin, her eyes brimming with hatred. “Itching to touch the sigil? Hahaha! Don’t think anyone’s coming to save you!”
Standing triumphantly like a victor, she let out a piercing laugh that echoed through the silent canyon depths, as if proclaiming her victory to the world.
She wasn’t just humiliating Bai Yue Ling’s body—she seemed intent on trampling her spirit, utterly crushing her!
At that moment, Bai Yue Ling, who had been silent, finally glanced at her.
“Enough already… A level 50 beating a level 19 and laughing that loud? So embarrassing.”
The Leader’s face turned icy, and she stabbed her guandao into Bai Yue Ling’s palm, glaring coldly. “…What did you say?”
Pain surged, making Bai Yue Ling break out in a cold sweat.
She took a deep breath, lifting her head with a fearless sneer.
“I said, a useless weakling like you can only bully a level 19 Priest like me. The moment you see a Great Archbishop-level powerhouse, you’d scurry into some dark, filthy ditch like a stinking rat, popping out now and then to disgust people. Truly pathetic.”
“Weak… weakling? Rat?”
The Leader let out an enraged, twisted laugh, her eyes blazing with murderous intent.
“You know, ants like you—I could kill hundreds, thousands with one swing! You’re still alive only because I want to savor torturing you a bit longer!”
“Torture? You think you’re capable?” Bai Yue Ling’s eyes dripped with disdain. “You’ve been poking and prodding me this whole time—have you seen me even flinch?”
With her mental fortitude stat at a staggering 99, only the Goddess of Judgment’s gaze qualified as “torture.” The Leader’s actions were, at best, the buzzing of a fly.
“Shut up!”
A surge of nameless rage flared in the Leader’s mind. Her chest heaved violently as she grabbed Bai Yue Ling with one hand and flung her aside.
Then, raising her guandao with immense force, she pierced through Bai Yue Ling’s abdomen, pinning her to the rock wall.
Bai Yue Ling let out a muffled groan, like a piece of meat skewered on a cutting board. Yet she gritted her teeth, glaring unflinchingly at the Leader.
“I have to admit, Priest Hero, your willpower is beyond my expectations.”
The Leader gripped the guandao’s handle, feeling Bai Yue Ling’s trembling body. She drove the blade deeper into the rock crevice, then released her hands, admiring Bai Yue Ling’s bloodless face with interest.
“How much health do you have left? Probably less than 10%, right? But let me tell you, this is just the beginning.”
The Leader tossed the Otherworld Soul Sealing Stone onto the ground, sneering.
“Level 19, 18, 17… I’ll keep killing you down to level 1, and each time, you’ll be tortured like this. I hope you can still laugh then.”
Bai Yue Ling was drenched in sweat from the pain but still scoffed with disdain. “So much talk—just do it already.”
“Do it? I won’t let you die that easily. Watching a weakling’s despair before death is one of life’s great pleasures, after all.”
The Leader stepped back, her foot landing right on the golden sigil.
“Oh, right, you were counting on this sigil to save you, weren’t you?” She sneered, bending down to touch the golden sigil with her right hand.
With a faint hum, the sigil pulsed rhythmically with her breathing, gradually coalescing into a tall golden figure.
It was a towering woman clad in light armor, her helmet adorned with two feather ornaments, resembling a valkyrie commanding the battlefield.
As she slowly opened her eyes, a pair of long wings unfurled behind her, and a pure, immaculate halo hovered firmly above her head, proclaiming her extraordinary angelic identity.
[Name: Frite (Spirit)]
[Race: Angel]
[Level: 65]
[Class: War Angel]
[Description: A legendary angel born in the Heavenly Kingdom, naturally imbued with an intensely pure Light power, the greatest nemesis of the Dark Faction. During the God War, she was drafted by the Light Faction goddesses into the Angel Legion and sent to the mortal realm as a War Angel to repel Dark Faction assaults. Having witnessed the slaughter of ordinary people, she felt remorse and left sigils to save more innocent lives.]
[Remarks: Even as a spirit, the Light within her heart has never faded.]
Frite’s appearance was like a beacon in the dark, instantly dispelling the surrounding Dark Fall aura while warming Bai Yue Ling’s injured body, easing her pain.
The Leader sneered, “Look at that—your last hope is shattered. I summoned this spirit, and she’ll only obey my commands!”
In Destiny World, it was common knowledge that summoned spirits only followed the summoner’s orders.
The moment the Leader summoned the spirit, Bai Yue Ling’s hopes were utterly crushed.
The Leader laughed heartily, pointing at Frite. “Go, take her down!”
Frite glanced at Bai Yue Ling, slowly drawing the glowing golden straight sword at her waist.
It’s over… Bai Yue Ling sighed inwardly, her last hope extinguished.
She hadn’t held out until Sistana arrived, nor preserved her levels… She just didn’t know how much torture she’d endure before dropping to level 1.
Bai Yue Ling closed her eyes helplessly, awaiting the judgment of the angel’s sword on her, a Fallen Angel.
Suddenly, Frite raised her straight sword and, without warning, slashed at the Leader—
Pfft!
Blood sprayed, dripping onto the ground.
The Leader’s eyes widened instantly, her body trembling uncontrollably as she stared at the horrific gash across her chest.
Searing Light flames pierced her damaged armor, clinging to the wound, burning her flesh while judging her soul.
“How… how is this possible…!”
She collapsed in agony, staring at the spirit she’d summoned, her pale face filled with shock and terror.
Bai Yue Ling let out a relieved breath.
Though she didn’t fully understand what had happened, the Leader’s dreams were thoroughly shattered.
The situation had completely reversed.