The ten-winged angel is already at the end of her strength and can be easily killed. It would be a pity if she was allowed to run away like this.
A group of people chased after him, and Su Luo's speed increased sharply, chasing after the ten-winged angel.
The ten-winged angel originally still retained the last bit of strength. Although his shoulder was fatally injured, he was still very fast, almost keeping pace with Su Luo.
A cold light flashed in Su Luo's eyes, and the smile on her lips became colder: "Want to escape? Let's see where you can escape!"
There were sparse drops of blood on the ground, which gave Su Luo a good clue as to where the ten-winged angel was heading.
Moreover, Su Luo believed that with the remaining physical strength of the ten-winged angel, she would not be able to run very far.
"You have to have strength if you want to run. Now her strength can only last for a stick of incense." Su Luo murmured to herself, feeling a little more relaxed.
However, what Su Luo never expected was that things would take a turn for the worse.
In front, the ten-winged angel was indeed lying in a pool of blood. Her heart was rising and falling slightly, and it was obvious that she was not dead yet.
But there was a group of people surrounding her.
There were about seven or eight people in this group, all of whom were young, around seventeen or eighteen years old. The oldest man seemed to be in his twenties.
Su Luo took a quick look and found that these young men and women were handsome, looked arrogant, and actually had good strength.
At this time, the leading man was pulling out the Shadow Sword from the ten-winged angel's hand, looking at the sword for a while, and then slightly raised a proud smile on his lips: "It is a good sword, yes, I will keep it.
"
Everyone else looked at him with envy, but no one raised any objections. It was obvious that his status among everyone was very high.
"I picked up a good sword and a ten-winged angel. Hahaha, our luck is really good today." Quan Ziqing's slightly cold aquiline nose twitched slightly, and the pride in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.
"Brother, you said you are a ten-winged angel? It's impossible, right? You only have six wings."
"Stupid, didn't you see the broken marks on the wound? These four broken marks are obviously the other four wings." Quan Ziqing touched his chin, thoughtfully, "I don't know who has this ability.
, it’s quite rare!”
"Senior brother, does the ten-winged angel represent ten points?"
"Stupid!" Quan Ziqing smiled coldly, "You can clearly see the bunch of feathers on her forehead."
"Oh my god! These goose-yellow feathers, could it be said that this is a mutated ten-winged angel? Damn it!"
As soon as they heard that it was a mutated ten-winged angel, the whole team became even more excited.
You know, for the mutated ten-winged angel, all the previous points are accumulated. The total points will not be given until the last ten-winged angel is killed.
"In other words, this ten-winged angel has thirty original points!!!"
"Senior brother holds a silver medal. The points for a silver medal are doubled!"
"That's right. In this case, this ten-winged angel is worth sixty points! Damn it!"
Suddenly, the whole team was talking about it, all of them were happy and gearing up so excitedly that they could hardly control themselves.
Quan Ziqing did not get carried away by the excitement. He touched his chin and said in a calm voice: "It is not an ordinary person who can maim a ten-winged angel to this extent..."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked, and then panicked again!