At the Frontline of the Demon vs Angel War
At the sixth layer of space...
A terrifying Rank 4 angel walked softly. Behind her lay ruins filled with angels' golden blood.
At least the beings here were Quasi Rank 4; their blood contained Origin and refused to be shattered by the terrifying waves of the spatial storm.
Her feet barely touched the sixth layer of space as she moved forward, each step crossing hundreds of thousands of mythological units.
Her eight wings, pure and white, spread behind her.
Her body was covered in pale robes as she gazed at the death of her race around her.
Each and every one of them had been Quasi Rank 4 angels , beings considered strong, beings with the potential to reach Rank 4.
Now, all of them would have to be reborn in the lower realms, struggle through the lower ranks, and cultivate their bodies all over again.
Her eyes were cold and emotionless, lacking pity or empathy.
