John ignored the Two-Winged Angel's pleas, carefully monitoring her health.
Given his current attributes, the ultimate skill Wrath of the Gods could deal over 300,000 damage to her.
As long as her health dropped below that threshold, he could finish her off.
Panic gripped the Two-Winged Angel as she tried repeatedly to escape, all attempts failing.
She glared at John and shouted, "Human, I am a messenger of the gods. If I fall here, neither the gods nor the angelic race will ever forgive you."
John was utterly unimpressed by her threats.
He had long since been at odds with the gods, locked in a battle where only one could survive.
The death of a relatively insignificant Two-Winged Angel wasn't going to provoke a grand response from the gods or the angels, he believed.
Boom!
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