But just when the twelve-winged angel was congratulating himself on his lucky escape, a gray-white spiritual light shot straight at him like a bolt of lightning.
The speed of the spiritual light was extremely fast, as if it had crossed the boundaries of time and space, and the twelve-winged angel did not even have the slightest time to react. At that moment, a trace of shock flashed across his eyes,
That spiritual light had accurately hit his soul. Only a slight muffled sound was heard, as if it was the sound of a broken soul. The twelve-winged angel's body shook violently, and his eyes instantly lost their luster.
His once proud body was now like a kite with its string broken, falling powerlessly and dying.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful spiritual hand appeared out of thin air in the void. The big hand exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, and its lines were clearly visible, as if it were condensed from pure spiritual power. It grasped accurately with unstoppable momentum.
It held the body of the twelve-winged angel, and then slowly brought it to Liu Changxu.
Liu Changxu looked calm and stared at the corpse. He stretched out his slender fingers, gently took off the storage bracelet on the wrist of the twelve-winged angel, and held it in his hand.
Then he put the corpse of the twelve-winged angel into a storage bracelet specially used to store the corpses of monsters.
After doing all this, Liu Changxu quietly became a spectator again. He stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes deep and calm, like a king overlooking all living beings.
At this time, when the cultivators on the human side saw Liu Changxu killing a powerful twelve-winged angel so easily, they suddenly burst into loud cheers and their morale was greatly boosted.
Their eyes shone with excitement and hope, as if they saw the dawn of victory.
On the contrary, the angel tribe felt like they had lost their heirs, and their morale plummeted. Their faces were filled with despair and fear, and their originally high fighting spirit instantly dissipated without a trace.
Especially the three twelve-winged angels who were still struggling with the Sun Moon Sect's combined powerhouses were heartbroken when they saw all the reinforcements who came to support them fall.
They were so panicked that they could no longer care about the hundreds of millions of angels who were still in the city, and fled out of the city like bereft dogs.
Those once proud angels now looked pale and their eyes were full of fear. They waved their white wings and jostled in the chaotic air, just to escape faster from this land that was about to be shrouded in despair.
At this point, the defeat of the Angel Clan has been decided, and the angels in the city are in an unprecedented predicament. Apart from surrendering and escaping, the only way left is death.
Under the command of the strong men of the Sun and Moon Sect, tens of millions of monks, who were like a vast sea of stars, quickly formed neat battle formations and launched a merciless massacre against the angels who fled in a hurry.
The light of the magic weapon and the splendor of the magic are intertwined, like a bright and cruel fireworks feast.
Wu Xuege and other six Sun Moon Sect combined powerhouses launched a siege on the three twelve-winged angels who were running away like crazy.
But the three twelve-winged angels were not willing to sit back and wait for death. They vigorously flapped their white wings, leaving streaks of brilliant light and shadow in the sky as fast as lightning.
Sometimes they turned to the left, sometimes to the right, trying to break through the encirclement of Wu Xuege and others. However, how could Wu Xuege and others let them escape easily? They cooperated tacitly, and the spiritual treasures came out, and the powerful spiritual impact caused the surrounding space to appear.
Tiny cracks.
But even so, the speed of the twelve-winged angels was so fast that they once escaped from their encirclement and suppression, leaving only blurry lights and shadows behind.
Seeing this situation, Liu Changxu frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but feel worried. He knew that if these three twelve-winged angels were allowed to escape, there would be endless troubles. So, he focused his eyes and decided to take action again.
This time he still used the Ruyi Soul-killing Lamp.
With the help of the Ruyi Soul-killing Lamp, a powerful weapon, Wu Xuege and others quickly killed the three twelve-winged angels.
And when these three twelve-winged angels suddenly fell, the angels who were still surrounded suddenly felt despair.
They were already struggling to hold on due to the disparity in strength, but now they were like a candle in the wind, and their resistance became even weaker.
Fear and despair intertwined in the eyes of those angels, and their fighting spirit completely collapsed at this moment. Soon, groups of angels reluctantly gave up resistance and slowly raised their hands in surrender. Their white wings hung low.
He was standing there, his face full of frustration and exhaustion.
As for the angels who were still resisting, they were soon mercilessly slaughtered by the human army.
The human army was like an unstoppable torrent, with its magic weapons flashing and its spells dazzling, ruthlessly sweeping towards the recalcitrant angels. The angels screamed one after another, and the sky was dyed red with blood.
Time passed slowly like a silent stream. The warm and gorgeous afterglow of the sunset fell softly on this tragic battlefield like a golden gauze curtain, and the roar of the magic weapon gradually stopped.
The originally magnificent and majestic Jinyu City has now turned into a land of ruins and ruins.
Broken magic weapons were scattered everywhere, some were twisted and deformed, and some were dim, as if they were telling the story of the thrilling battle they had just experienced. The bloody corpses were lying in strewn directions, and the painful groans of the injured were in the air.
Drifting in and out of nowhere.
Although the faces of the human monks on the victorious side were full of exhaustion, their eyes shone with the joy and excitement of victory.
Everyone did not care about rest, but couldn't wait to get involved in cleaning the battlefield. They carefully shuttled through the mess, and some bent down to pick up those valuable magic weapons, looking at them carefully, wanting to explore more.
Is there any value? Some silently carried the bodies of their companions with solemn expressions and deep sorrow and respect in their eyes.
At this time, the combined powerhouses from the Sun Moon Sect and other sects who came to help in the battle had already gathered on the wide deck of the Ruyi Dunkong Shuttle.
The faces of the cultivators were filled with the joy of victory, and everyone was discussing the next course of action enthusiastically.
Liu Changxu and Wu Xuuge sat side by side, occupying the main seats. They listened quietly to the heated discussions among the monks.
The impressive record of killing four twelve-winged angels in one battle greatly boosted the confidence of many powerful fusion men present.
Therefore, the vast majority of the combined powerhouses present, driven by the joy of victory and passionate fighting spirit, suggested that after cleaning up the battlefield, they should continue to move deeper.
However, there are always some people who, after experiencing this thrilling battle, feel a little more cautious and worried. They hope to give up when things get better, stop advancing, and stay in the ruins of Golden Feather City, quietly.
Waiting for the angel clan's reaction.
They believed that they should not be too aggressive to avoid falling into a more dangerous situation. Both parties had their own opinions, and the atmosphere became tense and solemn for a while.