Yeluo executed Zhang Xiaoman's command without a moment's hesitation.
She spread her arms, and twelve wings transformed into a gigantic veil that obscured the starry sky, sealing off all escape routes for Vashanesh.
At this moment, Vashanesh had already turned into a streak of blood-light, trying to forcefully break through the blockade of the person before him and escape.
However, to his surprise, no matter how much he collided with the golden veil, he couldn't break through it. Instead, the terrifying power emanating from within kept burning his body, causing him unbearable pain.
"This, this is... the power of the Holy Attribute? How could it be..."
Enduring the pain as if his soul was being scorched, Vashanesh looked incredulously at the figure before him.
Possessing such immense holy power, along with twelve pairs of wings, this kind of race he had only heard of one, which was the Holy Angel Clan.
But wasn't the Holy Angel Clan exterminated by that being?
