The thunderous sound of the mountain collapsing seemed to still echo in the ears.
Jeming found himself high in the air, watching the blood-red light fleeing in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he unhesitatingly pulled out another vial of magic potion with a lustrous glow and drank it in one gulp.
In an instant, a surge of clear energy flooded into the Sea of Spirit, dispelling all fatigue and depletion, and his spiritual power, which had been nearly exhausted, was restored to its peak state once again.
The Blood Angel at this moment looked significantly more battered than at the start.
His blood-colored armor bore multiple charred marks from energy bullets, and although it quickly healed under the power of the divine spirit, the continually depleting divine power and constant addition of injuries made his expression dark as water.
