"Damn it! That despicable bastard is clearly toying with us!"
The expressions of the seven Archangels twisted with fury all at once.
They were the pinnacle of the Angel of Gold and Silver race—each one a supreme being in their own right. They carried with them the pride and dignity of their kind. Yet now, they were being toyed with, like dogs being led around on a leash. How could they not be enraged?
The seven Archangels exchanged glances. Without needing words, a decision had already been made.
They stopped in midair, gathering together, and simultaneously activated their group skill.
In that instant, the entire sky over the Divine Realm was consumed by radiant golden orbs. Each orb blazed with a scorching brilliance, like miniature suns hanging in the heavens. The immense energy pulsing from them made Daniel's expression tighten—he could feel something was wrong.
These orbs might not be huge, but the energy within them was terrifying.
