Far West Land

Black light streaked across the sky. It emitted an ear-piercing tearing sound, creating fine spatial fissures. Suddenly, a pitch-black battle blade, giving off boundless murderous aura, appeared in front of the angels.

"It's terrifying!" The angel leader holding the spatial ring gasped, and his pupils contracted. He detected great danger, and he reflexively stepped back. Unfortunately, his speed was noticeably lessened by his serious injuries, and he could only watch in horror as the dark blade raced toward him through the air.

Splutter!

Scarlet blood gushed out. The wounded, flustered angel leader wanted to raise his blade and block the attack, but he didn't have before he was struck again. Yang Ling's swift blade slashed him from his right shoulder to his left thigh, leaving a wound so deep that the bones could be seen. Yang Ling had almost him cut in half.