What?
Summoning an angel?
At Will's words, the joy on the faces of the blood clan members instantly froze, and deep terror flickered in some of their eyes!
"Great Messenger, your humble servant begs for your descent!" Yarvelid held the red cross high in his hands, his face filled with devout reverence.
"An angel?" Ye Wudao's gaze also revealed a hint of puzzlement.
Boom!
The sky suddenly tore open, revealing a rift—a radiant gate appeared. From it emerged a man with skin as pure as snow, a stunningly handsome face, and a cascade of radiant golden hair.
On his back grew a pair of enormous, pristine white wings, tens of meters in length, exuding nobility and a sacred aura!
Everyone present froze as if struck by lightning!
"My God, it's the legendary angel!"
"An angel has descended to the mortal realm!"
Members of the Saint Court were frenzied with excitement, dropping to their knees and prostrating themselves.
In stark contrast, the blood clan's side showed extreme tension!
