After a flash of white light, a man dressed in white appeared in front of Ling Feng and the others!
The man had a face shaped like a shoehorn, a slender goatee hanging from his jaw, and a cold gaze.
Seeing the long, thin sword in his hand, Ling Feng was taken aback: "What the hell is this?"
But Zhou Yi sneered: "Finally willing to show yourself?"
Knowing that Ling Feng and Li Fei'er didn't understand, she immediately explained: "This is the guy who gave the seventh group the clue, the Archangel, Michael!"
"What?"
Ling Feng's eyes widened: "Gods from Europe are now directly interfering in the human world??"
"Sort of, though it's just a trace of divine sense, it's still considered crossing the line!"
Zhou Yi nodded, then said to Michael: "You want to stop us from mining this Spirit Stone Mine?"
"Bold heretics, dare to seize the Spirit Stone, I will make sure you are blown to bits!" Michael shouted.
"Oh really? Then why don't you do it?"