Chapter 125: Pray Do Not Worry, Dear Elders (Votes, Votes, Votes)

Chapter 125: Praying Parents Do Not Worry

Ato was unaffected by Yun Yang’s words. The moment Yun Yang spoke, Ato lunged forward, swinging his blade toward Yun Yang’s neck.

This time, Yun Yang did not block with his sword as Ato had anticipated. Instead, he raised his hand and made a phantom gripping motion.

As Yun Yang closed his fist, Ato’s right arm erupted in a mist of blood, unable to withstand the mark of Demon No. 1, and fell to the ground.

This sudden change did not stun Ato. The excruciating pain from his severed limb only served to ignite the bloodthirsty instincts within him.

A long sword manifested in his left hand, and he thrust it fiercely toward Yun Yang’s abdomen. Yun Yang, caught off guard, had the fabric of his clothes pierced, but the blade did not injure him; he was simply sent flying back as if struck by a massive, heavy blow.

Ato’s fleshy wings beat, and he gave chase to the retreating Yun Yang.

Yun Yang regained his composure and gripped the air again. Ato’s left arm, much like his right, was torn from his body.

Ato was truly worthy of being Morgana’s greatest general, a super-warrior who had spent ten thousand years charging into the front lines against the angels.

Losing both arms, he kicked Yun Yang in the abdomen, hoping to compound the damage. Though Yun Yang remained uninjured, he was slammed into the ground by the sheer force of the blow.

As Yun Yang flew through the air, Ato caught up again and stomped heavily on his abdomen.

A roar louder than the previous ones echoed across the smoke-filled battlefield. Yun Yang let out a cry of pain, causing Qiangwei to shriek in alarm.

The surrounding demons fell into a momentary silence, followed by cheers for Ato, as this was the most brutal beating Yun Yang had endured.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a dozen more loud crashes rang out, accompanied by the sound of steel piercing flesh.

Then, a figure emerged from the haze—it was Ato, now missing a leg.

Just moments ago in the smoke, Ato had seized the opportunity to pummel Yun Yang’s abdomen repeatedly. After several strikes, Yun Yang had been forced to use his arms to defend himself.

Ato then stomped down hard on Yun Yang’s arms, causing the King’s Sword to slide from his grip. Ato hooked the sword up with his foot, caught it in his mouth, and lunged forward to stab Yun Yang’s abdomen. The moment the King’s Sword made contact, more than 30% of Yun Yang’s dark energy was instantly drained.

Blood poured from the wound, which slowly began to widen. Seeing Yun Yang bleed for the first time, Ato smiled, assuming Yun Yang was spent.

But for a third-generation god like Yun Yang, this wound was not fatal; he had merely been stunned by Ato’s violent onslaught and bloodthirsty ferocity.

The intense pain jolted Yun Yang into clarity. Because Ato ceased his attack, Yun Yang seized the opening.

He pulled the King’s Sword from his abdomen and swung it, severing another of Ato’s legs. Just as Yun Yang prepared to strike again, Ato reacted, pulling back and retreating out of the smoke.

Exiting the haze, Ato stared at the smoke with blood-red eyes, his muscles tense. Blood dripped from his wounds, yet he seemed oblivious to it, or perhaps the person within the smoke commanded more of his attention than his own injuries.

The spectators followed Ato’s gaze toward the smoke. As everyone watched, the sound of footsteps emerged from the mist.

Slowly, a hunched figure appeared, clutching his abdomen as bright red blood dripped through his fingers.

Yun Yang felt terrible; the dark energy he recovered was being entirely consumed by the slow healing of his wound, leaving him energy-depleted.

As Yun Yang emerged, Ato prepared to attack again. Not wanting to waste any more effort, Yun Yang narrowed his eyes, causing Ato’s final leg to explode into a mist of blood and collapse to the ground.

Watching Ato still trying to charge at him, Yun Yang raised his sword, ready to split him in two.

Suddenly, just as the King’s Sword was about to touch Ato, a Demon Claw appeared, slamming into the defenseless Yun Yang and sending him flying, before catching Ato.

Seeing this, Qiangwei instantly opened a wormhole to catch the airborne Yun Yang and glared at Morgana.

"Liang Bing! What do you think you're doing?"

Morgana did not answer Qiangwei. Instead, she caught the blood-soaked Ato and asked gently, "Ato, how do you feel?"

"Queen, I am fine. Minor injuries, nothing fundamental. I have only failed you," Ato said with a grim smile.

"You did well. That brat is strange," Morgana said, then turned and roared at the demons behind her. "What are you staring at? Bring Ato’s medical pod over! Do you want to watch him die?"

Receiving no answer, Qiangwei turned her attention to Yun Yang. Covering his wound, she asked with a sob, "Yun Yang, are you okay? Please don't scare me like this."

Yun Yang was faring much better. Aside from being weak from energy exhaustion, the only wound was the gash in his abdomen.

Hearing Qiangwei’s concern, Yun Yang managed a smile and joked, "I'm fine, I won't die. Just lost a kidney—you wouldn't abandon me, would you?"

"As long as you're okay, as long as you're okay."

Ignoring his joke, Qiangwei bent down to pick him up and headed toward the nearby medical pod, much like the scene when they first met, only this time surrounded by a crowd.

Embarrassed, Yun Yang spoke up, "Qiangwei, you don't have to carry me. I can walk."

Qiangwei’s face turned serious as she snorted, "Hmph. This is the last time. From now on, you carry me."

Seeing she had no intention of putting him down, Yun Yang whispered, "Alright, I'll carry you next time. Also, I don't need a medical pod. Just have Demon No. 1 give me some energy."

Qiangwei stopped and asked earnestly, "Really?"

"Really," Yun Yang replied with a serious face.

Qiangwei did not move forward, instead using her authorization to have Demon No. 1 replenish Yun Yang’s energy.

With a power source restored, Yun Yang’s wound began to heal rapidly, and the bleeding ceased. Relieved, Qiangwei sat on the ground, holding him as he recovered.

Morgana did not say another word, simply using a Demon Claw to fish out an angel and drop her beside them. The angel, who had witnessed the entire battle, ignored her own weakness and crawled toward Yun Yang, watching him with concern.

Yun Yang had been injured because of these angels. It would be impossible for Qiangwei to have no resentment; she regretted telling Yun Yang about the angels' presence on Demon No. 1.

However, knowing they had been captured while trying to help Earth, she did not lash out, though she ignored the angel who had crawled over.

The plaza fell into silence, divided into two circles: a large one of demons worried about Ato, and a smaller one of Qiangwei’s team worried about Yun Yang.

Wei Qi tried to come over to check on Yun Yang but was held back by A Tai. With Wei Qi’s second-generation strength, he could not resist.

Meanwhile, on a vessel in an unknown star system, Ruoning let out a long sigh and said to the surrounding "Heavenly Scum," "Alright, continue to put all your effort into helping the other Heavenly Palace warriors calculate the wormholes."

After receiving their affirmations, Ruoning did not linger. Her destination was the Angel Nebula, and she intended to breach the Heavenly City.

She needed to study how to penetrate the Heavenly City without triggering the nine defenses of the Angel Nebula.

She also needed to devise a way to deal with Angel Yan. Her previous trump card had been interrupted by that "bitch," so Yan would certainly be prepared next time, perhaps even implementing firewalls or similar programs.

The technology of using wormholes to deconstruct super-genes could no longer be used. She had to research a new trump card, as Angel Yan, possessing the Sacred Body and Keisha’s armory, was truly difficult to handle.

If not for Yan’s lack of familiarity with the Sacred Body and the armory last time, she wouldn't even have been able to get close. Thinking about it left her feeling both powerless and jealous.

At the same time, six bat-shaped aircraft appeared in Jupiter’s orbit and hovered in place. The cannons below flickered, and crimson beams radiating a destructive aura shot toward Earth at sub-light speed.

The Heavenly Blade, having just returned to Earth, detected this. An alarm sounded, and a virtual screen appeared on the council table.

It displayed six red dots moving rapidly toward Earth, about to enter the "Red Alert Zone," a safety intercept area meant to protect Earth from influence.

Moyi instantly understood the situation. Without a word to the others, she shouted, "Angels, Yun Yang has gone to Demon No. 1 to save our kin. We cannot let his home suffer such a disaster. It is time for us to make a sacrifice."

The screen displayed real-time footage of the red dots, with beams of crimson light advancing rapidly.

Ge Xiaolun couldn't help but gasp, for he recognized them.

"That’s the weapon that bombed Luoyang! That’s the weapon that bombed Luoyang! Stop them, we must stop them!"

Before Ling Feng could speak, the angels took flight, and Ge Xiaolun cast one last deep look at the high throne before spreading his wings to follow them.

In that instant, he thought of many things: his parents, Angel Yan, his own life, and finally, Yun Yang and Qiangwei, who were currently on Demon No. 1.

Ge Xiaolun made his decision. He would be a hero—for Earth, for humanity, and for the nation that had raised him.

In flight, he left only one message for his parents:

"Mom and Dad, your son was a coward before, but not anymore. He is going to be a hero. Your son is unfilial; I pray that you two do not worry."

Watching them fly away, Ling Feng reached out as if to say something, but seeing the red dots nearing the warning line, she sat down in her chair, dejected.