Michael's wings slowly opened. Under the protection of the wings, Michael was not injured, but the bright light made it difficult for him to open his eyes.
The surrounding area had become a ruin.
When Michael's sight gradually recovered, he found that the person in front of him had disappeared!
Michael was so angry that his veins appeared on his face.
Someone rescued Mo Fan in front of Michael, and Michael was familiar with this person.
He knew it because of the golden book.
Only one person in this world owned this powerful magic book, and that person was Archangel Sharjah!
"Sharjah, do you think you can take him away?
"None of you can leave Holy City!"
Michael raised his hands with his palms facing the sky. Countless beams of rainbow brilliance came out of his palms and rushed to the sky.