But soon, the answer was revealed.
A figure covered in blooming peach blossoms suddenly flew out from the smoke and dust. The figure had short golden hair drooping, and the Angel Ring on her head was full of cracks, flickering like a faulty light bulb. Her white robe was covered in blooming peach blossoms, but beneath the blossoms, golden blood was continuously dripping, as if the blossoms were sucking out the angel's blood to grow.
Helair rolled several times in mid-air, then fell like a broken kite a hundred meters away from Fisher, twitching slightly on the ground. The blue-golden wings on her back were crumbling bit by bit, leaving only half of one wing fluttering weakly.
Helair lay on the ground, her scattered golden hair revealing a face full of cracks to Fisher, with one remaining bright blue-golden eye glancing at him. Fisher couldn't discern the meaning in that glance, for just a second later, fatigue overcame her, making it impossible to keep her eyes open.
