Ten minutes later, the Holy City's Central Square.
Lanny stood at the front of the line, with the Angel Race's troops sternly ready behind her.
Lanny did not deliver a long and impassioned speech.
"Objective: The soon-to-bend Demon Race passage."
"Mission: Destroy it at all costs."
"Move out!"
After saying that.
Lanny was the first to spread ten wings and charged at the forefront!
...
At the same time.
Liu Ye was floating in the air, surrounded by a dim Fire Law.
His once magnificent armor was now covered in web-like cracks.
The left shoulder guard was completely shattered.
Exposing a skin-and-flesh wound deep enough to reveal the bone underneath.
Dark purple Demonic Qi crawled and eroded like living creatures at the wound's edges.
Blood flowed down his arm, staining the Holy Sword gripped tightly.
His eight wings, symbols of the War Angel's highest glory, had lost their former radiance.
The outermost two wings were covered with fine cracks.
