บท 2076: Michael's Sacred Blue Robe of Feathers

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Zhan Kong lifted his gaze, and eventually continued on his way.

His black boots landed on bricks covered in the blue imprints. It felt like something was drawing away the energy inside his body with every step he took and transferring it to the flowers.

The sunflowers blossomed further while its fragrance grew stronger. The deathly Aura around Zhan Kong dissipated gradually, and his robe continued to fragment.

"His power is weakening," Angel Raphael noticed.

"Wait a little longer." Head Angel Michael remained calm.

Michael could feel the Sacred City Mages losing their morale. They were no longer as high-spirited as they were at the start of the battle. He could even see fear in their eyes.