Black wings cut through the sky, and the Death God of Black Wings sowed ominous death.
In his Divine State, Rorodoa did not hesitate to instantly release several powerful spells and promptly retreated.
A heart-stopping aerial chase ensued in mid-air.
Be it lightning, flames, or frost, nothing could halt the stride of the Grim Reaper in black. The longsword in his hand nullified spell after spell.
But Chen Guang's figure became increasingly blurred, like ink dissipating in water.
"After all, it is just a divine projection; its power is far inferior to the original. It won't last long." Chen Yu, armed with a sniper rifle and providing support to the battlefield, noticed the distant commotion and quickly analyzed: "One of Rorodoa's avatars has been completely killed. It seems he can let the parallel consciousness die."
