Ye Wudao's gaze became slightly grave.
The light sword in this angel's hand was extremely dangerous!
"Die!"
The two-winged angel propelled his pristine white wings, moving at an unimaginable speed. With the light sword in hand and radiating a sacred aura, he slashed fiercely at Ye Wudao.
Ye Wudao did not dare to be careless and immediately swung his blade to block!
Boom!
A terrifying sound reverberated.
Ye Wudao took several steps back, dragging a long trail across the ground!
"Old Ye, are you okay?"
"Young master..." Long Mie and Black Fox spoke tensely, looking worried.
"Cough..." Ye Wudao spat a mouthful of fresh blood from the corner of his lips.
"People of Dragon Country, you are no match for me. Surrender is your only option!" The two-winged angel gripped his light sword, his tone lofty and cold.
"Bah!" Ye Wudao spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his gaze showing not a shred of fear; instead, his fighting spirit surged insanely!
