Chapter 147: Sinking Boat

Gu Bu De Chunsheng suddenly roared hysterically, and the fist of his Stand was about to strike Chunsheng.
Chunsheng's round eyes seemed to be emitting flames, and he glared fiercely at the angelic Stand in front of him, his body trembling even more violently.
The stand-in's expression suddenly became somewhat bewildered.
When the human body is subjected to pain at a level of 7 to 8, it does indeed instinctively tremble. But considering the current situation, perhaps this guy's trembling is a bit too intense.
Could it be that Taihua White Tiger is still plotting something up to now?
The Angels thought this way, but quickly dismissed the idea as a joke.
Even if it were true, so what? All of the opponent's possible chances of winning have been completely cut off by it.
In the crystal quality, the spike standing on the end of the knuckles protruding from the fist easily pierced the heart of Chunsheng.
"Chunsheng!" Zhenhao from the distance was heavily pressed to the ground by telekinesis, struggling to shout towards his side.
With the wound pierced by thorns suddenly spurting blood like a fountain, Chunsheng's eyes widened even further.
The surrogate angel stood in place, indifferently locking eyes with him. From it, he not only saw Chunsheng's strong anger and unwillingness, but also the sharp murderous intent that had not yet been suppressed.
Perhaps you should never take it lightly when dealing with a fierce beast, and perhaps it is much more dangerous to burn your bridges when on the verge of death than when you were first full of life and vigor.
Wait, when was it...
Angel realized belatedly, in a daze, that the spinning wheel of a thousand feathers behind her had transformed unnoticed into a sharp long blade, mercilessly poised to strike at its head.
It immediately sensed the danger and covered its entire head with tough crystal material.
If it had been just a little later, perhaps the stand's head would have been pierced, and its central eye would have been seriously damaged.
Electricity had spread around unknowingly and gradually surrounded Chunsheng with deep purple electric lights.
Amidst the friction of electric sparks, Chunsheng grinned, revealing bloody teeth as blood flowed from his mouth.
He snorted coldly, staring fiercely at the angel's substitute in front of him: "What are you hiding?"
"Could it be that these eyes are crucial to you?"
Haruaki showed a sinister smile, as if completely
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Extracted from my dying body.
In an instant, the surrogate of the angel instinctively wanted to retreat backward, but was forcefully stopped by Haruki with his already blasted right arm.
It was probably a last-ditch effort. At this moment, Chunsheng's strength had significantly increased compared to usual. He tightly gripped the wrist of the Stand with the chain of Thunder, desperately pushing the spikes on its fist into his own heart.
The accumulated killing intent peaked at this moment.
Chunsheng glared at the angel with the fury of a ferocious demon, roaring to hold it tightly in place.
In Chunsheng's eyes, before the inevitable conclusion, he was already completely immersed in the madness of killing intent.
He is dead, absolutely can't just claim a lunch box without doing anything!
Chunsheng roared, deep purple electric lights radiating wildly from his body.
Intense energy waves spread from his body in waves, and the entire space seemed to tremble under Chunsheng's strong killing intent.
The light in the space quickly dimmed, and the clouds floating on the dome gradually turned black, until the upper part of the space was covered in black clouds.
"How can the heart still guide such a huge amount of energy even though it has been pierced? Are you a monster?"
The angel's stand struggled hard, but ultimately could not break free from Haruki's control.
If hit directly by this level of energy, not only would the stand be disintegrated into an irreparable state, but even its user would suffer immense repercussions!
But perhaps plans can never keep up with changes.
Just as the angel was about to try again, a thunderous voice echoed through the dense black clouds overhead, and a deep purple lightning struck it squarely on the head.
In an instant, the whole space that had darkened was dazzled by the burst of purple light, the lower cloud layer trembling, and even the space began to collapse from above.
The strong pressure of psychokinesis on the backs of the crowd was instantly relieved, but they remained motionless on the clouds.
The powerful electricity made the crowd feel a strong paralysis just by being exposed to the air.
The end is not yet.
This is the first Thunder Sword in Haru's counterattack. After that, two more deep purple heavenly thunders struck down from the sky, hitting the angel's stand-in.
The spreading energy waves cancel each other out and accumulate within the space, even causing Zhenhao and his group to be shaken and thrown out for dozens of meters.
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The raging storm eventually subsides, as if everything has finally come to a difficult end.
Giaqi was lying on the cloud, breathing heavily, and trembling constantly.
"Chunsheng..." Zhu Tong stared wide-eyed, staring blankly at the charred area not far away, shaking her head and calling Chunsheng's name foolishly, tears silently streaming from her eyes.
In the distance, the angel's stand-in has already turned into a pile of ashes, leaving only Haruki covered in blood lying on the ground.
Has the angel been dealt with?
Xu Jiamu remained silent, clenching his fists and slamming them hard on the clouds beneath him.
The space still exists, which means that the angels are still alive.
And Chunsheng, I'm afraid, has already...
Intense grief suddenly swept over the four lying on the ground.
The actions of the raven always involve bloodshed and parting, but they had never imagined Chunsheng's departure from each other.
For each of them, Chunsheng is the most important companion.
"I'll take your life, damn it!" Zhu Tong, with tears streaming down her face, roared angrily, trying to climb up from the clouds with her severely injured body, but she was still powerless.
Her hands were trembling as she grasped onto the clouds, leaving a white indentation in her fingernails.
"Mount Hua's White Tiger!" Suddenly, the interior of the space was filled with the angry voice of the angel's true form.
Zhutong looked up, only to see a burst of golden light spinning in the sky, and then an angel slowly appeared within it.
"I absolutely cannot let you live! Today I must kill you here!"
It was completely enraged, with a tone that was no longer as calm and collected as when it was first seen. Flapping its wings, it stared at Haru lying motionless on the cloud, its small eyes on the sash shedding tears of golden blood.
Fortunately, in the recent storm, it timely used its ability to enter the space and temporarily hid in the other dimension, otherwise it might have been injured more severely now.
Strong telekinesis was once again applied to Chunsheng, as if a pair of invisible large hands grabbed him and rudely threw him in front of Zhenhao and his group.
"Chunsheng!"
Zhutong shouted loudly, wanting to climb to Chunsheng's side, but found herself being pressed down by the invisible force again.
She raised her head angrily, and the anger in her eyes seemed to want to burn the angel to ashes.
But the angel paid no attention to her.
She waved her wings and sent out an unprecedentedly huge ball of light towards them.
(end of this chapter)