Chapter 1034 – Broken Feathers (2/2)
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The sight of this white tiger in the sky elicited countless ecstatic cheers from White Emperor City.
The Angel of Sacred Light that had just broken out of the Li Palace array and was preparing to kill all the human priests and all the demi-human people in the city looked up toward the sky.
It was the Angel of War. Amongst God's servants, it was the most ruthless and murderous, and it had never feared anything.
But when it saw that image of light in the sky, saw that white cloud rushing toward it, it still felt an intense danger. It even thought of fleeing.
It could sense clearly that this was the strongest opponent it had faced on this continent.
It was even more powerful than the human expert it had killed several days ago.
In an extremely brief span of time, the Angel of Sacred Light made a decision.
It pushed its fighting intent to its highest point, let out a thunderous bellow, gripped its pestle of light, and smashed it at the cloud.
If the White Emperor was using his true body to attack, the Angel might have chosen a temporary retreat, but since this was was just a soul, it was confident in its victory.
The white tiger formed from clouds arrived over the courtyard. It opened its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth, and bit at the pestle of light.
Crack!
Countless tiny but dangerous bolts of lightning burst out from the collision between tiger fangs and pestle of light.
Thunder exploded in the sky as vicious gales scattered both the darkness and light over the courtyard.
A monstrous pressure crushed all the buildings in the courtyard. Even the sand on the ground was compressed into bricks!
The priests could no longer endure and began to scatter.
Tang Thirty-Six, guarded by the blind zither player and the rest of Fivekind Man, vomited blood, his complexion further paling.
The Demon Lord wanted to lunge forward and kill him, but suddenly sensed something.
He turned to the sky, an expression of shock and absolute disbelief on his face.
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In the sky.
A blue-clothed Daoist silently appeared behind the Angel.
The Angel of Sacred Light was engaged in battle with the White Emperor's soul, so all its attention was focused on the pestle of light.
But it was an Angel born from the laws of the world. For it to not notice the appearance of the man behind it was still practically unthinkable.
It was a bizarre scene, a frightening scene.
The blue-clothed Daoist stretched out his hands and grabbed the Angel's wings.
The Angel finally sensed him, and endless fear blossomed in its eyes like the abyss.
It was too late for it to do anything, even turn its head.
Rip.
It was soft.
Like a maid tearing apart a fan.
A young master tearing apart his books.
The blue-clothed Daoist tore off the Angel's wings!
A scream ripped through the air.
It was a scream of infinite anguish, infinite rage, infinite despair. Like true thunder, it reverberated in the heavens above White Emperor City.