He was at ease, but for others it was a completely different matter, as every single angel guard had such terrifying strength, and there were many who didn't even reach the true god realm. For them, every single one of these angels was a terrifying enemy.
Cries and explosions filled the ruins. The sacred light burnt against the distorted sky, overwhelming weaker cultivators one after another.
And then—seven of the guardian angels moved in unison. Their wings spread wide, divine runes shimmering across their armour as their halos pulsed in rhythm. The air trembled as their combined aura linked together—forming a celestial formation.
That formation locked onto the Eternal God Realm warriors.
Even they, beings who once stood above countless lives, now felt their scalps tingle and hearts sink under the crushing divine pressure.
