As Liu Li's clear shout fell, the Fire of Destruction spread like a living creature, and in the blink of an eye, sealed the entire space.
The Divine Pattern on her forehead shone with an eerie light, blood-colored aura forming intricate patterns that flowed along her twelve wings.
Strangely, her aura was rapidly withdrawing, finally settling into absolute calm.
Yet, the faintly twisting space around her revealed what terrifying Power lay hidden beneath that tranquility!
The Monarch-level Ghost Race that surrounded them, the strongest among them had even reached Tier Seven or Eight...
But at this moment, every one of them was mercilessly shackled in place.
This Ghost Race member discovered in horror that no matter how they twisted their bodies, their flesh didn't respond in the slightest.
"Wh-what's going on?! Why can't we move at all?!"
"Damn it! What the hell did this Angel do?!"
