บท 1134: the name of the pope

"pfft!"

the crimson tip of the spear was like a venomous snake's bite, piercing the sword angel's waist.

this was the sixth time xing had been injured since the battle started.

  but this time, she didn't immediately heal and held onto the ancestor sword to prevent gabriel from escaping.

"

the king of blazing angels, who was severely injured, seemed to be possessed.

his six wings suddenly began to spin, like six blades of fire, slashing at the sword angel's neck.

at the same time, a half-solid volcano hung above his head. originally, it was only emitting thick smoke. now, the mountain had cracked, and deep red lava was pouring down.

"retreat! retreat! retreat!"

the king of seraphim, chi louxin, the miniature building that was revolving around her suddenly enlarged and blocked the path of a group of two-winged angels of light.