"Die!!"
With Long Drake's furious shout, the disciples of the Black Tortoise Altar instinctively held their breath, quietly watching the scene unfold before them.
The direction of the 'Blade Rain' was aimed at a young man standing alone there.
His figure seemed so frail, as if he could fall at any moment.
"Golden Crow Wings!"
As the 'Blade Rain' swept in at an incredible speed, Wyatt Barnes's heart was filled with caution, and he muttered softly.
Immediately, his sunlit Holy Power, enhanced by the 'Minor Devouring Technique,' transformed into a pair of massive wings, even larger than the ones that had appeared before, with flames burning on them in a more exaggerated manner.
The most exaggerated part was still to come.
With a shake of the enormous wings burning with ferocious flames, they abruptly fanned to both sides.
In an instant—
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
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