"Screech --"
After a screech, Jiao Tangtang flew into the sky.
Her scarlet eyes were filled with a crazy desire to destroy.
The dense ghostly energy entered her body in an instant.
"Whoosh!"
A pair of ten-foot-long wings spread out on her back.
Everyone was shocked.
However, this was not the end of the change.
Compared to the Holy War Black Angel that Cheng Xingchu had transformed into, Jiao Tangtang's current aura was many times more terrifying.
The extremely dense ghostly energy did not weaken much after a pair of wings was formed.
It only stopped for half a breath.
"Swoosh!"
Another pair of wings grew on the first pair of wings.
"Four-winged Black Angel?"
Heiming, who was standing behind, trembled.
The Two-winged Black Angel and the persistence of the Fourth Sword had caused him to complain endlessly.
Now that the Fourth Sword was gone...