Swamp Divine Kingdom, Lear gripped the corrupted Holy Angel Battle Sword, and the entire pure white castle had been relocated to the ground.
His expression became rather subtle.
He hadn't expected the Master of Fallen Angels to be so arrogant, sacrificing the Weeping Blood Saint Master without any backup plan...
How could he dare?
Did he really think no one would act?
Perhaps in his eyes, those who could threaten him in this world were few in number.
The mere main plane, what was it worth?
Indeed, arrogance is the greatest original sin.
Now, after sacrificing the Weeping Blood Saint Master, the Holy Angel Battle Sword, which had completely lost its holy aura, became his trophy!
This was truly the opportunistic benefit, like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
What's more fatal was, this time he paid almost no price, merely shattering the shield concealing the Chaos Angel!
