Twelve-winged Angel

Bunan's tone was unquestionable. His body was covered in bright holy light, and his eyes were like swords as he stared at Lu Ming.

"Hehe!"

Lu Ming sneered.

These angels were always the same. They always put on a high and mighty appearance, as if they were sure to eat him up.

Raffaele and the others had been like this before, and now they had already become the souls of the dead under his hands.

And now, Bunan's conduct was the same.

Do you really think you're awesome?

Lu Ming could not be bothered.

"Is there something wrong with his brain?"

Lu Ming pursed his lips.

very good. I knew you wouldn't give in so easily. Then, I'll beat you until you give in!

Bunan said coldly, his voice even colder.

Before he finished speaking, a pure white Radiance was emitted from Bunan's forehead, and a ray of cross-shaped holy light flew out.

After the Holy Light cross left bu Nan's forehead, it expanded rapidly, like a mountain, and pressed down on Lu Ming.