Though there was no smoke of war nor the beating of war drums, an oppressive tension filled the air, suffocating and overwhelming. In the sky, half was cloaked in dark clouds, with lightning crawling like snakes, while the other half remained bright and blue under the sun. These two sharply contrasting weathers were controlled by opposing divine factions, locked in a fierce battle of elements.
Yang Hao casually glanced around and saw nearly hundreds of divine beings from various races. Not far away stood Yun Shang. He still appeared as the same old, plump man, but now his lips were pursed in seriousness, his white hair and robe billowing without wind. Pure white energy radiated from him, keeping the darkness at bay across half the heavens.
The imposing aura Yun Shang now exuded, ready for battle, was vastly different from his usual image as a harmless old man, and it deeply moved Yang Hao. If there was still someone in this world willing to fight alone for the sake of light, then that person truly deserved respect.
Opposite Yun Shang stood the gods of the dark world. Many of the races were unfamiliar to Yang Hao, but at the front were two green dragons and a black dragon, all exuding arrogance and menace. Particularly menacing was the black dragon, whose size was twice that of Heiman. Its wings were fully extended, covering the sky and turning the air into raging hurricanes. Its eyes carried a heavy aura of death; even a single glance could instill a sense of impending doom.
The power radiating from this dragon was far beyond anything Yang Hao could comprehend. The dark, violent energy it exuded could easily overturn the entire world. Were it not for Yun Shang balancing the scales, the gods of light would likely have already been nearly wiped out.
Behind the dragons stood dozens of dark deities. What particularly caught Yang Hao’s attention were hundreds of figures floating in the sky not far from the dragons. These beings looked no different from ordinary humans like Yang Hao, and some were even more handsome—long gray hair, pale, sharp-featured faces, and bright blue eyes. However, they all bore black wings on their backs, some with one pair, others with two, and one with as many as six pairs. Though not as powerful as the dragons, their restrained energy suggested they were not far behind.
“Dark angels,” Xin Mei appeared behind Yang Hao. “Demons from the Earth system.”
Yang Hao nodded, accepting the term. Although these beings were generally referred to as gods by most people, those representing evil were often called demons by the gods of light. And the demons themselves also found the title fitting.
Legends of dark angels were widespread on Earth. In ancient times, before creating humans and animals, the Creator had first created three perfect beings, the first of which were the white-winged angels. The Creator had intended for the white-winged angels to embody all that was pure and beautiful, representing the light of the world.
However, after tens of thousands of years, some of the white-winged angels fell into darkness and became true demons. Though they retained their perfect appearance and strength, their wings turned gray or even black. Thus, people called them fallen dark angels.
Although there was no smoke of gunpowder or the beat of war drums, an oppressive tension filled the entire world. In the sky, half was shrouded in dark clouds, with lightning slithering like serpents, while the other half remained bathed in sunlight under a clear blue sky. These two starkly contrasting weather conditions were controlled by opposing factions of deities, locked in a relentless struggle of mutual annihilation.
With just a casual glance, Yang Hao could see nearly a hundred different races of gods. Standing not far away was Yun Shang, still in the guise of a plump old man, though his lips were pursed in solemnity. His white hair and long robe billowed without wind, and a pure white energy radiated from him, shielding half the world from the encroaching darkness.
Yun Shang’s current demeanor—ready for battle—was a stark contrast to his earlier image of a frail old man, deeply moving Yang Hao. If there was anyone in this world willing to stand alone and fight for the light, such a person deserved the utmost respect.
Opposite Yun Shang stood the gods of the dark world, many of whom Yang Hao did not recognize. However, at the forefront were two green dragons and a black dragon, their arrogance towering to the heavens. The black dragon, in particular, was twice the size of Hei Man, its wings spread wide, casting a shadow over the world and turning the air into a tempest. Its gaze carried an overwhelming aura of death, so potent that even a glance could make one feel compelled to march to their doom.
The power emanating from these dragons was far beyond anything Yang Hao could fathom. Their dark, malevolent energy seemed capable of overturning the entire world with ease. Were it not for Yun Shang’s counterbalance, the gods of light would have long been decimated.
Behind the dragons were dozens of dark deities, but what caught Yang Hao’s attention most were the hundreds of figures floating in the sky near the dragons. These beings appeared no different from ordinary humans like Yang Hao—some even more handsome, with long gray hair cascading over their shoulders, pale and sharp features, and strikingly blue eyes. Yet, they bore black wings on their backs—some with one pair, others with two, and the most formidable among them had six pairs. Though not as powerful as the dragons, the energy they exuded was not far behind.
“Dark angels,” Xin Mei whispered from behind Yang Hao. “Demons from the Earth system.”
Yang Hao nodded, accepting the term. While ordinary people might refer to all these beings as gods, those aligned with the dark forces were often labeled as demons by the gods of light—a title the dark forces themselves embraced.
Legends of dark angels were widespread on Earth. It was said that when the Creator fashioned the universe, before humans and animals, three perfect beings were made. Foremost among them were the white-winged angels, embodying purity and light.
Yet, millennia later, some white-winged angels fell into darkness, becoming true demons. These fallen angels retained their perfect forms and powers, but their wings turned gray or black, earning them the name “dark angels.”
Like their white-winged counterparts, dark angels were ranked by the number of their wings. A two-winged dark angel was already a formidable figure among demons, often the ruthless killers humans encountered. Four-winged angels were rarer, said to possess several times the power of their two-winged brethren, along with curses and dark magic. But the most terrifying were the six-winged angels—demonic kings in human eyes, whose appearance heralded mass death.
Yet, to Yang Hao now, these legends paled in comparison. Among these dark angels, six-winged beings were mere foot soldiers. The true ruler soared high above, radiant even amidst the storm clouds, with twelve wings and tempests swirling around him—a sight never before heard of, yet here he stood, gazing coldly at the mortals below as if they were mere playthings.
“Holy mother!” Yang Hao didn’t dare wipe his sweat. This was a spectacle beyond anything he’d ever witnessed—his past battles seemed trivial in comparison.
“Scared?” Xin Mei hissed, trying to pull him back.
“Scared? Not a chance!” Yang Hao had already stepped forward, dashing past Yun Shang to face the dragons head-on.
The dragons and Yun Shang had been communicating telepathically, so the sudden appearance of this audacious youth caught them off guard. For a moment, they simply glared at him with murderous intent.
Yang Hao glared right back. Green dragons? He’d seen them before—who was afraid of whom? He poured all his energy into his stare, as if his gaze alone could kill.
But soon, Yang Hao realized something was wrong. The dragons’ gaze wasn’t just intimidating—it pierced his mind like a blade, rifling through his memories and consciousness as if they were being stolen outright.
Pale with terror, Yang Hao felt utterly defenseless, like a child at the mercy of the black dragon’s mental invasion. After all, dragons were the universe’s most formidable telepaths, capable of entering anyone’s mind with ease.
How long it lasted, Yang Hao couldn’t tell. By the end, he had no secrets left—even his childhood bedwetting was likely known to the dragons. Only then did the damned black dragon release him.
“So you’re the one?” The black dragon’s voice was icy enough to freeze a man to death. “The child who nearly killed Hei Man?”
“Child? I’m your grandpa!” Yang Hao thought but dared not say aloud.
The black dragon’s words riled the other dragons, especially the smallest green one, which flapped its wings furiously. “You dare show your face? I’ll take your life!”
Yang Hao didn’t flinch. To these dragons, killing him would be as effortless as lifting chopsticks to eat.
Yet the green dragon didn’t attack. Though it raged and beat its wings, it remained rooted in place—because someone had stepped in front of Yang Hao.
A seemingly harmless, plump old man—Yun Shang—stood there, unmoved. Without even raising a hand, he halted the green dragon in its tracks.
“Yun Shang, you protect him?” The black dragon, leader of its kind, oozed threat in every syllable. “Even at the cost of our pact?”
Yun Shang remained silent.
“Do you know the consequences?” The black dragon’s gaze shifted to the gods of light behind Yun Shang, sending a collective shiver down their spines. They knew all too well what a dragon’s wrath meant. With the demons’ full force unleashed, Yun Shang alone couldn’t hold them off. If he fell, hundreds of gods would perish under the dragons’ wings.
A place that had known peace for centuries was now on the brink of a bloodbath.
“We cannot kill him,” Yun Shang said calmly.
“Cannot?” The black dragon’s laughter crackled like the universe’s cruelest joke. “He nearly killed Hei Man! No one who harms a dragon lives—least of all a mere human. This is our greatest shame!”
“Hei Man ate my master. I only wounded it—showing mercy!” Yang Hao scoffed. “In the Dragon-Slaying Era, none of you would’ve escaped. And you talk of revenge?”
“You bastard!!” Enraged, the three dragons spread their wings. One green dragon unleashed a breath attack—this time, a searing flame hurtling toward Yang Hao faster than the blink of an eye.
But no attack, however swift, could breach Yun Shang’s defense. With a mere flick of his sleeve, the fiery breath vanished into thin air.
“Then we fight!” The black dragon roared, its cry echoed by the demon horde behind it. Though no drums of war sounded, the dark clouds overhead pressed down like an unstoppable war machine, poised to engulf Yang Hao and his allies.
“Sparing him isn’t just for my sake—but yours too,” Yun Shang declared, unshaken. “This young man… is the Savior. The Savior of us all!”
Savior!!
The word struck like thunder, shaking the very ground.
A surge of heat raced up Yang Hao’s spine, his blood boiling. He didn’t know why Yun Shang said it, but the mere title—Savior of the gods—was enough to set his heart ablaze.
Although there was no smoke of gunpowder nor the beat of war drums, the suffocating tension permeated the entire world. In the sky, one half was shrouded in dark clouds, with lightning slithering like snakes, while the other half remained bathed in sunlight under a clear blue sky. These two starkly different weather conditions were controlled by opposing factions of deities, locked in a relentless struggle to consume and annihilate each other.
With just a casual glance, Yang Hao could see nearly a hundred different races of gods. Yun Shang stood not far away, still in the guise of a plump old man, but his expression was stern, lips pursed. His white hair and long robe billowed without wind, and a pure white energy radiated from him, shielding half the world from the encroaching darkness.
Yun Shang’s current battle-ready demeanor was a far cry from his earlier image of a frail old man, deeply moving Yang Hao. If there was anyone in this world willing to stand alone and fight for the light, that person deserved the utmost respect.
Opposite Yun Shang stood the gods of the entire dark world, many of whom Yang Hao did not recognize. However, the two green dragons and a black dragon at the forefront were particularly menacing. The black dragon, especially, was twice the size of Hei Man, its wings spread wide, casting a shadow so vast it turned the world’s air into a hurricane. The black dragon’s gaze carried an overwhelming aura of death—just one look could make a person feel compelled to march to their doom.
The power exuded by these dragons was far beyond anything Yang Hao could fathom. Their dark, violent energy seemed capable of overturning the entire world with ease. Were it not for Yun Shang’s counterbalance, the gods of the light would have long been decimated.
Behind the dragons were dozens of dark deities, but what caught Yang Hao’s attention most were the hundreds of figures floating in the sky near the dragons. These beings looked no different from ordinary humans like Yang Hao—some even more handsome, with long gray hair cascading down their shoulders, pale and sharp faces, and strikingly blue eyes. The only difference was the black wings sprouting from their backs. Some had one pair, others two, and the most formidable among them boasted six pairs of black wings. Though not as powerful as the dragons, the energy they exuded was not far behind.
“Dark Angels,” Xin Mei whispered, appearing behind Yang Hao. “Demons from the Earth system.”
Yang Hao nodded, accepting the term. While ordinary people might call all these beings “gods,” those aligned with the dark forces of evil were often labeled as “demons” by the gods of light—a title the dark beings themselves embraced.
Legends of Dark Angels were widespread on Earth. It was said that when the Creator fashioned the universe, before humans and animals, three perfect beings were made. Foremost among them were the White-Winged Angels, embodying purity and light.
Yet, millennia later, some White-Winged Angels fell into darkness, becoming true demons. These fallen angels retained their perfect appearances and powers, but their wings turned gray or black—hence their name, Dark Angels.
Like their white-winged counterparts, Dark Angels were ranked by the number of wings they possessed. Two-winged Dark Angels were already formidable, often the ruthless killers humans feared. Four-winged angels were rare, said to possess several times the power of their two-winged kin, along with curses and dark magic. But the most terrifying were the six-winged angels—demonic figures in human eyes, whose presence heralded mass death.
Yet, to Yang Hao now, these legends paled in comparison to reality. Here, six-winged angels were mere foot soldiers. The true ruler of the Dark Angels was a twelve-winged being, soaring high above, radiant even amidst the storm clouds, with lightning and gales swirling around him.
A six-winged Dark Angel was unheard of, yet here they were. And the supreme ruler stood atop the clouds, gazing coldly at the mortals below as if they were mere playthings.
“Holy mother!” Yang Hao didn’t dare even wipe his sweat. This was a spectacle beyond anything he’d ever witnessed—his past battles seemed trivial in comparison.
“Scared?” Xin Mei hissed, trying to pull Yang Hao back.
“Scared? Hell no!” Yang Hao had already stepped forward, dashing ahead until he stood before Yun Shang, face-to-face with the dragons.
The dragons and Yun Shang had been communicating telepathically, so the sudden appearance of this audacious human caught them off guard. For a moment, they simply glared at him, their murderous intent palpable.
Yang Hao glared right back. Green dragons? He’d seen them before—who was afraid of whom? He poured all his willpower into his stare, as if his gaze alone could kill.
But soon, Yang Hao realized something was wrong. The dragons’ gaze wasn’t just intimidating—it felt like sharp blades piercing his mind. His thoughts and memories were being rifled through, stolen away as if by a thief.
Pale-faced and powerless, Yang Hao could only endure as the black dragon rummaged through his mind. After all, dragons were the universe’s most formidable telepaths—entering someone’s mind was child’s play to them.
It felt like an eternity before the black dragon finally released him, leaving no secret unturned—even his childhood bed-wetting incidents were likely exposed.
“So, you’re the one?” The black dragon’s voice was icy enough to freeze a man to death. “The child who nearly killed Hei Man?”
“Child? I’m your grandpa!” Yang Hao thought, though he wisely kept it to himself.
The black dragon’s words enraged the other dragons, especially the smallest green one, which nearly lunged at him. “You dare show your face? I’ll end you!”
Yang Hao didn’t flinch. To these dragons, killing him would be as effortless as lifting chopsticks to eat.
Yet the green dragon never moved. Despite its fury and flapping wings, it remained rooted in place—because someone had stepped in front of Yang Hao.
Yun Shang, the seemingly frail old man, stood there, unarmed yet impossible to ignore. With barely a gesture, he halted the green dragon in its tracks.
“Yun Shang, you’d protect him? Even at the cost of our agreement?” The black dragon’s voice dripped with menace, its threat unmistakable.
Yun Shang remained silent.
“Do you know the consequences?” The black dragon’s gaze shifted to the gods of light behind Yun Shang, sending a collective shiver down their spines. They knew all too well what the dragons’ wrath meant. With the dark forces fully mobilized, Yun Shang alone couldn’t hold them off. If he fell, the hundreds of gods behind him would perish under the dragons’ wings.
This land, peaceful for centuries, was about to drown in blood once more.
“We cannot kill him,” Yun Shang said calmly.
“Cannot?” The black dragon’s laughter was like the universe’s cruelest joke. “He nearly killed Hei Man! No one who harms a dragon lives—least of all a mere human. This is our greatest shame!”
“Hei Man ate my master. I only wounded him—I showed mercy!” Yang Hao scoffed. “If this were the Age of Dragon Slaying, none of you would’ve survived. And you dare talk of revenge?”
“You bastard!!” Yang Hao’s words ignited the dragons’ fury. All three spread their wings, and one green dragon unleashed a breath attack—this time, a searing flame hurtling toward Yang Hao faster than the blink of an eye.
But no matter how fast, the flame couldn’t breach Yun Shang’s defense. With a flick of his sleeve, the fiery breath vanished without a trace.
“Then let war begin!” The black dragon roared, its cry echoed by the dark forces behind it. Though no drums thundered nor smoke rose, the storm clouds above pressed down like an unstoppable war machine, ready to engulf Yang Hao and his allies.
“Not killing him isn’t just for my sake—it’s for yours,” Yun Shang declared, unshaken. “This young man is the Savior—the Savior of us all!”
Savior!!
The word struck like thunder, shaking the very ground.
Yang Hao felt a surge of heat rush up his spine, his blood boiling. He didn’t know why Yun Shang said it, but the mere thought of being the savior of countless gods was enough to set his heart ablaze.
Six pairs of wings—something unheard of—had actually appeared here. This peerless king stood atop the clouds, gazing coldly at the crowd below as though they were mere playthings.
“Holy moly!” Yang Hao didn’t even dare wipe the sweat from his brow. This was truly a grand scene—compared to this, all his previous battles were just child’s play.
“Scared?” Xin Mei pouted, trying to pull Yang Hao back.
“Scared? Not a chance!” Yang Hao had already stepped forward. Without hesitation, he ran ahead, positioning himself directly in front of Yun Shang, face to face with the dragons.
The dragons and Yun Shang had been communicating mentally when, unexpectedly, a young brat charged out. They were momentarily stunned, forgetting to attack, merely glaring at him with murderous intent.
Yang Hao glared right back. So what if they were dragons? He had seen green dragons before—what was there to fear? He practically hurled his defiance with his eyes, as if his gaze alone could kill, and if it could, the enemy would have died countless times already.
But soon, Yang Hao realized something was wrong. The dragons’ gaze wasn’t just resting on him—it pierced into his mind like a sword. Then, as if a thief had broken into his brain, every memory, every thought, was swept away and stolen.
Yang Hao turned pale with fear, but he was as helpless as a child, powerless to stop the black dragon from rummaging through his mind.
After all, dragons were the most powerful beings in the universe when it came to mental strength. To them, entering anyone’s mind was effortless.
Who knew how long it lasted, but Yang Hao felt like he had no secrets left. Even the memory of wetting the bed as a child was probably known to the dragons before the black dragon finally released him.
“You’re that human?” the black dragon’s voice was cold enough to freeze the air. “The one who nearly killed Heiman?”
“I’m a kid? I’m your grandpa!” Yang Hao dared not say that out loud and only muttered it in his heart.
But the black dragon’s words excited the other dragons, especially the smallest green one, which nearly lunged forward. “You dare show up again? I’ll take your life!”
Yang Hao didn’t even flinch. Whether red or green, any dragon wanting his life would find it as easy as picking up chopsticks to eat.
But the green dragon never actually lunged. It flapped its wings and roared, yet did not move an inch.
Because someone had slowly stepped in front of Yang Hao.
He looked like nothing more than a fat old man, seemingly frail and weak, yet no one could afford to ignore him. Yun Shang effortlessly blocked Yang Hao’s path, not even lifting a hand, and the green dragon could only gnash its teeth in frustration, unable to advance even a single step.
“Yun Shang, you intend to protect him? Will you disregard our agreement?” The black dragon, clearly the leader among dragons, spoke with a threat so palpable it didn’t need to be heard.
Yun Shang remained silent.
“You know the consequences?” The black dragon no longer focused on Yang Hao but turned its gaze to the gods of light behind Yun Shang. Hundreds of divine beings involuntarily shivered. They all knew what a dragon’s threat meant. In this situation, the demons had already committed fully, and Yun Shang alone could not hold the line. If Yun Shang fell, the hundreds of gods behind him would perish under the dragons’ wings.
This place, peaceful for centuries, was about to be drenched in blood and littered with corpses once again.
“We cannot kill him,” Yun Shang said calmly.
“Cannot?” The black dragon laughed, as if hearing the greatest joke in the universe. “He gravely wounded Heiman! No one has ever harmed a dragon and lived. Much less a mere human! This is the greatest insult to the dragon race!”
“Heiman ate my master—I only injured him, actually going easy,” Yang Hao scoffed. “If this were the Age of Dragon Slaying, none of you would escape. Don’t even think about revenge!”
“Insolent brat!!” Yang Hao’s words truly enraged the dragons. All three spread their wings, and one green dragon unleashed a stream of dragon fire straight at Yang Hao. It was faster than the blink of an eye.
Yet no matter how fast the dragon fire was, it could not penetrate the barrier before Yang Hao—Yun Shang, the god who controlled time. With a mere flick of his sleeve, the fire vanished into thin air.
“Then let the war begin!” The black dragon raised its head and roared furiously. Instantly, the demons behind it howled in unison. Though there were no war drums or rising smoke, the dark clouds pressed heavily down from the sky, like an invincible war chariot ready to crush Yang Hao and his companions.
“It’s not for me, nor for you, that I spare him,” Yun Shang declared without fear. “This young man is the savior—the savior of us all!”
The Savior!!
The three words thundered through the sky like a mighty peal of lightning, shaking the earth.
Yang Hao felt a surge of heat rush up his spine, his blood boiling. Though he didn’t know why Yun Shang had said this, just hearing that he was the savior of so many gods was enough to ignite his soul.
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