Every attack was lethal, aimed at the blood clan's vital areas, and every move was precise, as if calculated with a machine.
The celestial that should be 'warm' because of the holy light felt as cold as the metallic weapon, without any soul on their own.
How are these celestials anymore? They turned into a war weapon, a war machine!
The moment the 600.000 celestials that were on the battlefield awakened their memory inheritance, their strength soared by triple or even more.
BANG! BOOM! STAB!
"Ah, fck— "
"Sh*t! Run! Run! These birds suddenly become so strong! Just what the hell!"
"Are they taking drugs? 911! 911! Call the police!"
"Bro— are you kidding me?! Don't joke around. Save your lives! Quick! If you die too early, your death vacation will be shortened indefinitely!"
"Ah, ah, my vacation for a decade! Okay, run!"
