Below the Olympus Castle.
Lu Yuan stood proudly, enveloped in a golden aura.
A powerful presence burst forth from him.
Like a raging sea, infinite and boundless.
Underfoot.
Was the Holy Angel, worshipped by countless Westerners, bearing six wings.
No longer as proud and noble as before, he coughed up blood incessantly, his entire skeleton shattered.
At the moment, he looked incredibly miserable, heavily suppressed, utterly unable to resist.
His eyes were filled with despair.
Especially as Lu Yuan's strength increased.
The Holy Angel convulsed, trembling incessantly.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge even an inch.
The gap was too vast.
As for the so-called restriction, it had no effect whatsoever on him.
With a light use of the Qi Blood Slaughter, the restriction was broken, rendering it useless for a while.
"I am the representative of God, sent by heaven to save the people, you..."
