The bright light spread all over and devastated the already destroyed planet, also consuming the angel as well.
[You have killed a weeping angel]
[You have gained 5000 SP] x10
[You have leveled up, 100 SP]
Silva finally killed it. He had spent so much energy to kill that angel and had even sustained serious damage for the first time in a while.
Silva fell on his butt, tired and exhausted, his breathing haggard and forced. As he sat there on the shattered world, he suddenly felt a great pressure on him. He looked up quickly and saw a figure in the distance.
It was an eight-winged weeping angel. It released so much energy and aura that Silva could not breathe. His heart rate increased, and he started sweating.
"Why? Why does it feel like I am about to die right now? Why does it feel like that angel could kill me in one move?" Silva asked himself.
