Chapter 1775: Depravita of Pride vs Sun Lord
The Sun Lord could already picture the figure of the Neo-Demon crushed under his palm, reduced to a paste of blood and broken bones. His mind swirled with anticipation, an intoxicating blend of vengeance and fury.
"ZNNNN" Yet, just as his massive palm was about to land, a sharp, sundering sound split the chaos. His eyes widened in horror as he watched his hand be severed into hundreds of fragments, golden light spilling like molten fire.
"What!?" That was the only word the Sun Lord could force through the storm of shock coursing through his heart. Cain was trapped within the Final Archangel, his supposedly inescapable cage of celestial might. The Neo-Demon should not have been able to move, let alone strike.
The Sun Lord’s mind raced, desperate to comprehend how such a thing was possible.
The answer became clear in the next breath. The one who had cut his hand was not Cain. It was the fierce young woman now standing between the Sun Lord and the Neo-Demon, the Depravita of Pride.
Meylin held two swords, each radiating an aura so sharp it seemed capable of slicing through worlds themselves. The swords, Hell and Abyss, were the gifts from the Demon King, and in Meylin’s hands, they sang of death and ruin.
Her eyes burned with ferocity, a brutal and unrelenting intent that sent a chill down even the Sun Lord’s spine. Without warning, her figure vanished, blinking through space that should have been sealed by the Sun Lord’s energy. His domain warped, his influence felt everywhere, and yet she moved as if it were air, appearing behind him in an instant.
"Six Hundred and Sixty-Six Cuts!" Meylin roared, her voice laced with the dark power of her Core Sin and the burning force of the Oniric Truth of Pride.
Her blades blurred faster than the speed of light, each cut igniting a ripple of destruction across the Sun Lord’s back. His wings shattered under the assault, torn to pieces by the relentless strikes. The massive figure, once so regal and imposing, crumbled toward the ground as golden blood poured from the gaping wounds.