Ming De did not expect to encounter an ancient Saint slayer on this mission. He had already used the protective sacred relic that Emperor Yu had bestowed on him, but he still failed to defend against the Qin Yuan's attack. His face was ashen at this moment. Just as he thought he was going to die, a ball of white light suddenly appeared in front of him. Then, he saw a pair of pure white wings that were like city walls blocking the Qin Yuan's attack.
The pair of wings was suffused with the Saint Light, and it was the purest Elder Ming De had ever seen in the Feather tribe. The pair of wings belonged to a handsome man with distinct facial features. He looked noble and majestic as though he had come from the heavens. The area between his brows glowed dazzlingly; even his eyes seemed to glow. His body was strong, and he had a captivating gaze. He was bright and clean, untarnished by the world's filth.
