Chapter 270 The Last Stand V
Liam’s wings unfurled with a soft rustle, glowing faintly in the morning light. Then, without hesitation, he lunged forward like a bolt of lightning. His wings beat powerfully once and propelled him at incredible speed toward the burning man in front of him—the one everyone had just seen erupt into a living torch.
The man didn’t even have time to scream.
With a single devastating sweep, Liam slashed one of his wings across the man’s midsection. The edge cut through the burning aura, through flesh, through bone.
A moment of silence.
Then a sickening sound of tearing as the man’s flaming body split into two, both halves hitting the forest floor with a dull thud. The fire died instantly.
Gasps erupted from behind.
The ten Black Lotus members, still crouched behind makeshift cover from the first spear strike, stared in open disbelief. No one spoke. No one blinked. They had been fighting side by side with Liam for months now—many of them had seen him tear down the Crimson Hand’s soldiers like paper. They’d seen his strength, speed, and reflexes. But this? Wings? Slicing a powered enemy in half like fruit?
This was something else.
To them, Liam was already a legend—Lilith’s right hand, the wild card that always changed the tides in their favor. He had saved many of them more than once. But now? Now he had become something beyond. A symbol. A protector. A force of nature.
And they worshipped that.
Liam’s calm gaze swept across the battlefield as he hovered just above the ground, wings still outstretched, glowing faintly with the residue of divine energy. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His presence alone was deafening.