The fierce wind howled on the battlefield, and the burning clouds pressed overhead, leaving everyone bewildered by the current form of the Angel Envoy.
It was not because they had seen it before, but precisely because they hadn't, and couldn't understand why the Angel Envoy was taking this so seriously.
Long Qi had an unspeakable purpose, and the guiding process was filled with unexpected events, pushing him to use even the war form.
Milan realized it too and shouted harshly, "This isn't as simple as being hired, is it? Who exactly do you intend to kill?"
Long Qi ignored her, holding a black sphere in one hand, standing tall in the sky, and gave a slight shake.
"Silver Tower·Prison Suppression!"
With a hum, countless silver light points appeared out of thin air around Milan, converging into the illusion of a towering Silver Tower.
It seemed like a three-dimensional projection, but it wasn't as simple as light and shadow; the energy intensity was too high.
