Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 5116 A Knight With Wings

Venerable Knight Lussandra traveled through the skies in silence.

As a Peak Primarch and a Heaven's Warrior, she wasn't restricted by the Eighth Bastion City's flight rules, nor could the formation encompassing the city hold her back even if it wanted to.

The winds howled past her green-white robes while the unconscious Jillian Hayden rested gently in her arms. Her verdant seraph wings emitted a faint emerald glow that cut through the dark clouds above the city districts. She had long since suppressed her anger, but the coldness in her eyes remained.

Below her, the Eighth Bastion City stretched endlessly beneath the haze of war preparations and restless cultivators.

She had seen corruption before, had seen noble clans hide crime, and had seen powerful men treat women like possessions. But somehow, witnessing it personally inside the City Lord Manor still left a bitter taste in her mouth.

It was especially the case after City Lord Kain smiled at her so calmly as though nothing he had done was wrong, as though he held absolute confidence that nobody could touch him.

Venerable Knight Lussandra clenched her fingers slightly.

Soon, she descended toward the Hayden Family Estate after a bit of investigation through her other bodies scouring the cities, especially this city where rumors of the missing Young Mistress of the Hayden Family were already a well-known topic.

When she asked about the appearance of the Hayden Family people, it perfectly fit with the woman she was holding in her arms. Light purple hair, black-purple robe, and their slanted brows.

Before she broke through their barrier, she announced herself.

"Sorry to disturb you, but I may have rescued a person belonging to your Hayden Family."

The sprawling estate occupied nearly an entire street, its towering walls reinforced by layered formations while ancient spirit trees swayed within the courtyards. Guards immediately sensed the pressure of a Peak Primarch descending and hurriedly rushed out in alarm.

They were scared shitless by the descent of a powerful cultivator, but they then froze.

"Jillian!?"

A middle-aged man with sharp diagonal brows and weary eyes stumbled forward from the front courtyard. His luxurious dark robes were disheveled as though he had not rested properly for days.

Behind him came elders and family members.

At the forefront was an old man with white hair tied neatly behind his back. His cultivation base was imposing, though still vastly inferior compared to Venerable Knight Lussandra.

He was none other than the Hayden Family Patriarch.