The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"For example..."

With a smile on his face but a cold glint in his eyes, Ning Feng continued, watching the fallen angel's expression gradually turn cold:

“I never thought that you were just staying here to watch from afar as Bincheng was engulfed in flames.”

"It's too far away here; there's no way for you to truly witness the demise of a city."

"It's too close here. If you wanted to control it remotely, you could have hidden further away and in a better place."

"No matter what, this place is inappropriate, yet you still showed up here..."

"Unless this place is irreplaceable and you have a compelling reason to come."

Ning Feng spoke with ease and certainty, as if he had seen through everything.

But it's all acting.

Almost everything he just said was a lie.

Unlike Jiang Wan and the others, who were unclear about Li Tiandu's purpose.

In Ning Feng's view, everything in the illusory church returned to its most essential form, including the flow of energy within it.

The connection between the fallen angels and the central altar of the church has never been broken!

"Let's not complicate things. Let's cut to the chase, after all..."

Ning Feng raised his head, gazing at the face shrouded in shadow by the moonlight, and smiled:

"Time is running out for both of us... isn't it?"

For Ning Feng, legendary magic power will eventually run out, and maintaining this highly demonized state also comes at a price.

Leaving aside the negligible pain, if it persists for too long, he might never be able to turn back, and will be forced to live as a succubus forever...

It's not that succubi are bad, it's just that he prefers and is more accustomed to human bodies.

Meanwhile, while maintaining the illusion of the church, Li Tiandu was constantly channeling his life energy into the altar... through that eerie-looking pipe organ.

From the very beginning, he saw himself as part of the sacrifice.

Through blood and sacrifice, the pipe organ served as a transit point, tightly connecting Li Tiandu with the altar.

If he succeeds, the individual named "Li Tiandu" will completely disappear, and what will descend here will be a wisp of a god's consciousness.

Regardless of the outcome, this former guardian, now a fallen angel, never intended to live.

"It seems you know more than I thought."

But while marveling at it, Li Tian was also somewhat puzzled:

"Then why are you in such a hurry to fight me? If I wait any longer, I will die too."

Are you in such a hurry to die?

Why are you asking me why?

The smile vanished in an instant, like a phantom dissipating. Ning Feng stared at the fallen angel, his long-suppressed anger spreading silently.

"Didn't I tell you? Let's end this between the two of us."

Ning Feng drew his blood-stained, menacing longsword from the shadows beneath his feet, pointing it at the fallen angel, his movements mirroring Jiang Wan's.

"It has to be just you and me, no one else can participate, not even the gods."

"Either you kill me and continue your impossible ritual."

"Either I kill you and end this disgusting shackle."

There was no other choice.

The air was thick with murderous intent.

His gaze gradually returned to its previous kindness, and Li Tiandu asked one last time:

"Child, why do you have to force me? All I've done is to bring my family back."

Similarly, this was Ning Feng's last reply:

"What a coincidence, all I want now is for my former 'family' to return to their original state."

We were family once.

All I need to do is guide you back from the abyss of distortion to the right path.

Ugh……

With a long sigh, darkness gathered in the withered fallen angel's hand, transforming into a ferocious black dragon spear that drooped down.

“Child… I truly intended to let you go.”

Completely tearing away the facade of pretense and steadfastness, he raised his head again, revealing the same madman he had shown in front of Shirin.

Why won't you listen to me?

The figure disappeared into the moonlight, and the next moment, the fallen angel appeared behind Ning Feng and forcefully thrust the dragon spear into his back!

Clang!

The demon's figure flew backward, but quickly twisted its body in mid-air, blocking the rapid pursuit that followed.

Clang clang!

laugh!

The bat's wing was pierced by the dragon spear, but it quickly dissipated in the next second, turning into an afterimage.

Appearing in the shadows behind the fallen angel, Ning Feng thrust his sword straight at him!

The movement was exactly the same as Li Tiandu's before.

The ending will be the same!

The longsword was directly blocked by the dark wings on its back, sparks flew, and a metallic clang was heard.

Whoosh!

Leaning back to dodge the swinging spear, Ning Feng flapped his bat wings and retreated quickly.

"Using nothing else but close combat... You still won't give up even now? How arrogant of you."

With a sigh, Ning Feng charged once again toward the crazed fallen angel!

But that suits me perfectly!

In the silent confrontation, two figures brimming with evil rapidly merged.

In the instant their weapons clashed.

Amidst the deafening roar, he stared at the old man who had once called him father in his heart.

For no apparent reason, Ning Feng recalled a poem he had once seen in the Book of the Forgotten...

That poem written for my father—

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night.

The elderly should burn offerings at dusk;

Angrily denounce, angrily denounce the passing of light.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Entering That Good Night

Blood and fire.

Roars and howls.

Fallen angels and demons who spread desire.

The roar echoed continuously in the space, and the twisted and corrupting power spread and destroyed everything in sight.

It was not a life-or-death battle between good and evil.

Demons, representing the side of justice, vent their hatred by killing each other.

The fallen angels on the evil side, however, were willing to sacrifice themselves to fulfill the prayers of their families to resurrect them.

Who is right?

Who is in the wrong?

No one can say for sure...

But it doesn't matter, no one else will interfere here.

Because everything here is trapped within the illusory church.

No one knows.

This battle proved to be more difficult than Ning Feng and Li Tiandu had anticipated.

"Haa, haa..."

Panting, Ning Feng was covered in blood, but unlike before, this time most of the blood he was bathing in was his own.

Although Li Tiandu looks very old, his fourth-tier strength is genuine.

A seasoned, top-tier fourth-order awakened individual.

In terms of experience, skill, and awareness, he was nothing like an old man in his twilight years; he was more like a combat master who had honed various skills into one.

Not to mention, Li Tiandu also has the blessing of the gods, which has improved all his qualities.

Even without relying on other abilities, he is far stronger than a normal fourth-tier awakened individual in close combat alone.

With each clash, the spear would leave new wounds, some shallow and some deep, on his body.

In the worst incident, Ning Feng was injured while exchanging blows, and part of his intestines were pierced and pulled out.

If they hadn't acted quickly to snatch it back, there would have been another heartbroken person wandering the world.

His body was covered with wounds of all sizes, some so deep that the bone was visible. Ning Feng looked extremely disheveled and seemed on the verge of collapse.

But if anyone saw Ning Feng's eyes, they would no longer think that way.