On the street, countless people stopped in their tracks, looking up at the holy Angel.
Zhou Chen and Erin included.
The figure was mysterious and awe-inspiring, shimmering with a dazzling light that dispelled the despair and oppression brought by the darkness...
Amidst a Holy Song that sounded like a chorus of ten thousand voices, they felt their souls being cleansed. An indescribable warmth and peace washed over them, making them want to rush into the Angel's embrace and sing praises of peace and happiness.
But in the next second, a hideous serpent's head, its scales like fiery black magma, lunged from the Gate of Hell and bit viciously into the Holy Judgment Angel's arm. Then, as if it had bitten into a rotten nut, the massive head opened its mouth in disgust and spat a glob of magma mixed with yellow pus at the Angel.
The Angel casually swatted the magma away. But after being bitten by the great fiery serpent, its hypocritical disguise was torn to shreds.
