The squad of guards from the Antula Clan had no time to react before they were enveloped by a sweeping holy light.
Swoosh!
Golden flames fiercely burned, and in the blink of an eye, they were reduced to ashes.
"Sigh! They're all lapdogs for the Demon Race but still have the gall to speak of justice. These idiots really have thick skin."
Hiding in the Other Space, Yang Yan watched the scene outside, feeling extremely annoyed with Gabriel's pretentious demeanor, and couldn't help but mock.
"Hmph!"
Ao Tian snorted coldly beside him, looking disdainfully:
"As if your thick skin is any better, using someone else's wine to show off, aren't you still pretty justified?"
"..."
Yang Yan was speechless for a moment, pretending not to hear as he pointed outside the Other Space:
"Stop it, just watch the show."
While Yang Yan and Ao Tian were bickering briefly, the battle over the Antula Clan's territory had fully begun.
