There was a blood-colored sword stuck in Michael's chest, and the destructive black light was still pouring into his body, as if it was nailing him to the ground.
The wings on grace and Raphael's back were all broken, and gilded blood seeped out of the corners of their mouths. They struggled to stand up and pull out the fatal sword from Michael's chest.
On the other side, Li Rui and the others were not in a better state. A cross-shaped sword burning with Holy flames also pierced through his chest and nailed him to the ground.
The pale golden Holy flame burned his flesh and blood, making sizzling sounds. The air smelled like roasted meat.
Luo Li fell beside him, half of her body disappeared along with her bat wings. His squirming internal organs could still be vaguely seen from the burnt wound.
