Zhao Rui was incredibly fast. In the span of a single breath, he was behind the duo, unleashing a torrent of fists and feet like flowing water.
The two white-clad men had no choice but to stop and defend with all their might.
One of them already had a broken wing, his combat power greatly reduced. He didn't last two moves before Zhao Rui tore off his remaining wing.
"AHH!"
A miserable scream escaped his lips. A powerful fluctuation of his Divine Soul vividly conveyed his agony.
Having made his move, he naturally wouldn't hold back. Zhao Rui waved his hand, preparing to finish the two of them off.
Just then, the aircraft hovering in the air suddenly shot out a rainbow-colored beam of light, enveloping all three of them.
Zhao Rui felt an irresistible pulling force. The space around him grew turbulent as the pull intensified.
