Owen steadied himself, his gaze following the length of the spear to its tip.
The spearhead was sharp, a slender, razor-edged crescent moon radiating an unimaginable intensity of killing intent, dyeing the void red and causing the surrounding mana to boil.
Just looking at it for a moment made Owen's eyes turn blood red, with an endless killing intent surging uncontrollably from the depths of his heart.
At this moment, as the Fallen Angel broke through the formations and smashed through the city walls, appearing within the capital, the once clear sky darkened, like a deep night, exuding a nameless desolation that made everyone's spirits tremble.
This abnormality had long attracted the attention of the various geniuses within the capital.
"A Fallen Angel?! How can such a terrifying existence appear here? This is a legendary creature that even a diamond-tier mage cannot contend with!"
"I don't know, but it seems its target is the Azure Palace!"
