On top of her head were a pair of short horns, and around her body, there was a circle of illusory colorful light, holy and beautiful. The feathers composing her delicate wings were like stars, as if plucked from the night sky and adorned upon her.
At a glance, it was extremely dreamlike, as if a celestial maiden from heaven.
At this moment, this non-human-like winged being was busy dealing with the siege. Although she was the only one fighting alone, her petite body burst forth with formidable strength. Faced with this pitch-black army, even stronger than sixth-tier troops, she showed no fear.
Every time the starlight staff in her hand struck, the space would easily tear apart, and the erupting energy would always annihilate more than ten of the dark troops.
With a wave of her hand, a cluster of light dots, akin to the most intense white-scaled bullets, would instantly melt any enemies they touched.
