Yan Xing and Chui Chui completed their mental communication in an instant.
Facing a formidable enemy he had never encountered before, Yan Xing decided that if a battle was to ensue, he would bring out his strongest capabilities.
It was a perfect opportunity to test his current mettle.
In a brief moment, the height of the three-headed Werewolf surged to 10 meters. Accompanying its howls, a violent airflow spread out.
The Crystal Armor on its body glowed with a sinister red light.
Yan Xing unlocked the fastening clasps on his armor, detached himself from Feiying, and sent it far away.
This level of combat wasn't something it could participate in at the moment.
A magic circle unfolded in the airspace behind him, and gathered electrical energy interwove into a pair of Angel's wings at his back.
The purple electric light transformed into white.
A sacred radiance expanded outward, and a faint chorus of hymns seemed to resonate in the space.
