"Wow!" In the Suspended City, as soon as the Holy Spirit King finished those words, he spat a mouthful of blood on his throne, the crimson blood strikingly dazzling like a scarlet magic mirror reflecting his extremely twisted visage.
"Holy Angel!" The Holy Spirit King clenched his fist, shouting hoarsely, "Why, why must you hinder me even in death? Do you think your sacrifice will earn the gratitude of other angels? Don't delude yourself, as long as I'm here, you will always be destined to hang on the pillar of shame, never able to rise again, hahaha…"
As he laughed, the Holy Spirit King spat another mouthful of blood; although he had killed the Holy Angel, the Holy Angel's counterattack before dying had severely injured him.
"I must retreat, otherwise, if others discover my current state%…" a hint of gloom flashed between the brows of the Holy Spirit King, as people from the Divine Realm and the Abyss Realm are not to be trifled with.
