He didn't even have time to react. He was just about to say something to Bai wushang.
&Nbsp; when he lowered his head, he felt intense pain. The evil intent of a top-class evil god was like a raging fire that was extinguished by a River.
thirteen wings?!
above the twelve-winged ... Thirteen-winged?"
At the edge of the bloodshed land, the heavily injured hundred-armed giant God was struggling to deal with the evil gods that were charging at him.
The moment the sword light rose, a chill ran from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. He turned his head abruptly and could no longer look away.
Metatron was the third most powerful of the angels, and the God of twelve-winged angels of war and pride. His pride and unyielding character had not been defeated by the evil god, and had instead been dispelled.
Above the God King ...
.. A higher realm?
The White Emperor of the human race ...
.. What did he do?