But that beam of light struck like a laser, rapidly casting its way over, hitting the back of Zhang Xuan's demonic form.
A roar! With a terrible scream, his body was directly pierced through, a hole as large as the mouth of a bowl appeared, and blood gushed out.
"No!" Zhang Xuan turned around, unwilling to accept defeat, and glanced at Wang Daniu, "Kid, consider yourself lucky this time, the holy light has come to your aid, but next time, it won't be so cheap."
After saying this, Zhang Xuan dove into a crevice in the ground and fled for his life.
"Holy light!"
The scene before him was beyond Wang Daniu's belief as countless demons were incinerated to ash by the holy light.
He had not expected such extraordinary power to exist in the West.
Wang Daniu looked up against the holy light towards the sky, where an angel clad in golden armor appeared.
She had twelve pairs of golden wings, a beautiful face, golden long hair, and wielded a flaming holy sword.
