The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Because those eyes, now completely stained crimson, did not reflect weariness or despair.

It is not a surge of desire, but rather an overwhelming sense of urgency.

The desire to fight, the desire to kill!

Li Tiandu is indeed difficult to deal with, but Ning Feng also has his strengths.

Resilience.

Its superhuman resilience is even somewhat disgusting.

The moment a wound appears on the body, dark granulation tissue will rapidly grow at the wound site, as if intertwined and linked together by life.

Unless he dies on the spot, his body will recover quickly within a few breaths.

The demonic bloodline's ability to manipulate flesh and blood is particularly astonishing in this case.

This resilience is also reflected in energy levels.

The more they fought, the more courageous Ning Feng became. From the very beginning, he never stopped and continued to launch attacks.

And, learning ability.

While analyzing Li Tiandu's movements, Ning Feng also put them into practice on himself, learning rapidly in battle.

Kaka.

With a twitch of his muscles, Ning Feng put his dislocated joints back together, flashed his white teeth at the old man opposite him, and launched another desperate attack.

Fearless and undaunted.

For Ning Feng, the reason why this battle was so difficult was even simpler...

The other party is too resilient.

Unlike Ning Feng's resilience, Li Tiandu's strength continuously declines with each injury.

With one side gaining and the other losing, the battle situation seemed clear, but things were not that simple.

Despite suffering numerous setbacks, Li Tian did not show any signs of defeat.

Faced with Ning Feng's repeated attacks, he repeatedly defended and counterattacked, using the barbs on his dragon spear to plunder Ning Feng's flesh and blood.

Li Tian may not have superhuman recovery abilities, but he does have terrifying endurance.

For the spiritual lineage, will itself represents power.

The stronger one's will, the greater the power it brings.

If the will is immortal, then the power is immortal.

Even though Li Tiandu has fallen into evil and gone mad, his will still shines with a sharp light.

The fallen angel's movements showed no confusion or hesitation, only determination.

That's the determination to fight to the end since we've become enemies!

Anyone who stands in my way is an enemy, without exception.

Feeling the will emanating from above, Ning Feng couldn't understand it.

What kind of shock could cause a steadfast fourth-order angel to collapse and fall into depravity?

"I'm not crazy."

As Li Tiandu once again left a penetrating wound on Ning Feng's chest, he suddenly spoke in a low voice:

“From beginning to end, I knew exactly what I was doing.”

“I did wallow in sadness, but that has nothing to do with the changes I have now.”

Although wise people understand the rationale behind darkness at the moment of their death.

Because their words did not unleash lightning.

They did not enter that good night gently.

Without answering, Ning Feng simply drew another blood sword, and without waiting for his wounds to heal, charged forward with both swords in hand.

No matter what the other party says, his belief will not change.

Now, their positions have changed.

Li Tiandu began to speak, while Ning Feng remained silent.

"Did you know? I used to be the commander-in-chief of the Bincheng Watch Society."

Clang!

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Blood and flesh flew everywhere, but the battle never stopped because of words.

The movements did not slow down at all; in fact, they intensified, with the two still trying to kill each other.

"We saved so many people, so many people, but it's not enough!"

Outbursting with emotion, the old man hurled his spear like a javelin, then drew a longsword and swung it with all his might, roaring:

"You know what?! That's not enough!!!"

Kind people, when the last wave passes, will proclaim the fragility of their good deeds.

They may have danced so gloriously in the green bay.

Angrily denounce, angrily denounce the passing of light.

Clang!

The burst of power slammed the silent Ning Feng down, sending him flying toward the ground.

Without missing this opportunity, the fallen angel flapped its four wings and charged downwards!

"The Watchers cannot protect everything!"

"Under true power, we can do nothing!"

The raging man seized and sang of the soaring sun.

They understood, but it was too late; they made the sun grieve along its journey.

And it did not enter that good night gently.

"All we can do is entrust everything to the gods and pray to appease their anger."

Even though it seems humiliating, it's the only way!

His dark eyes lit up, and the fallen angel angrily rebuked the ignorant who did not understand what all of this meant.

boom!

The two crashed to the ground, creating a huge crater.

With his two swords clashing, Ning Feng's arms trembled as he blocked the black longsword, struggling against the increasingly terrifying pressure from above.

The will of the fallen angels is like a blade, tearing at the souls of demons like a storm.

He scolded him.

"You don't understand, your reckless actions will only put more people in danger."

Why are you trying to stop me?!

A serious person, nearing death, sees things with dazzling vision.

Blind eyes can shine with joy like shooting stars.

Angrily denounce, angrily denounce the passing of light.

With a furious shout, the black longsword pressed down once more, shattering the blood-soaked swords!

collapse!

Unable to hold on any longer, the longsword flashed black light in the air and struck Ning Feng's shoulder heavily!

Sizzle, sizzle, the dark forces devoured flesh and blood, violently destroying everything in their path.

But soon...

Card!!!

Just as the sword was about to penetrate the body and touch the heart, it was stopped by broken bones and imprisoned by writhing flesh!

Instead of showing any sign of pain or determination, Ning Feng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, his lips stained with blood.

Finally, I've got you.

I can fail countless times, but you can only fail once.

You, my father.

In that sorrowful height.

Now curse me with your tears, and bless me.

Just as Li Tiandu reacted and shattered the longsword with force, the violent power piercing Ning Feng's heart...

Two broken, blood-stained swords pierced deeply into the fallen angel's body!

I beg you not to go gentle into that good night.

[Rebuke! Rebuke the passing of the light!]

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Killing someone is like destroying their spirit.

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The sword formed from congealed blood is not simply a matter of piercing the body.

The moment it entered the body, the blade shattered and turned back into blood, rampaging wildly within the enemy's blood vessels.

Awakened individuals within the spiritual spectrum are not adept at controlling their physical bodies; they pursue more of an influence of will on the body, a passive rather than an active form of control.

This is the most serious injury Li Tian has suffered since the two began fighting!

He was in grave danger, and Ning Feng's condition wasn't much better.