The shadows within this hall were far more numerous than the ones that had just attacked Goya, densely packed like a surging tide.
The pervasive thunder and howling winds continuously met the incoming shadows, the thunder cloaking the bodies of the shadows and causing them to stiffen before tearing them apart to create gaps, which the shadows from behind quickly filled.
He Ao looked upward, his field of vision obstructed by the swarming shadows, unable to see the individual at the core of the thunder.
But he and Goya both knew clearly, it was Li Cheng.
"Are these shadows angels?"
Goya gazed blankly at the undulating shadows.
The strength displayed by these shadows seemed to far exceed that of B-level.
It was evident that Li Cheng had already summoned a small part of Andaville's Spear's power, but he still couldn't completely annihilate these shadows.
The shadows emerging from the darkness seemed endlessly born anew.
"No, they're B-level,"
