It was as if the legendary angels had suddenly descended.
Behind those figures sprouted radiant wings of light, their faces exquisitely beautiful like works of art.
They held swords and spears, chasing swiftly forward.
Their weapons swung casually, slicing deep grooves into the ground, or unleashing shockwaves and explosions like cannon fire.
On the ground, the tattered convoy fled in vain.
Occasionally, they fired guns or raised RPGs in retaliation, but it was all useless.
Bullets flew out, striking the angels’ faces, at most causing one of them to stagger.
Not even a hint of defense broken.
It was only a futile delay, unable to escape those figures diving continuously from the sky.
The foremost angel dove straight down, effortlessly tearing open the vehicle compartment where Ji Jue was, peering inside.
Upon seeing Wen Wen and Ji Jue, a pair of golden eyes instantly turned crimson.
“—Divine enemy spotted!”
Without hesitation, it pounced!
And moments later… it left just as it came.
To be precise, it was slightly different.
The head was missing.
Wen Wen threw a punch, and the angel that barged in shattered instantly like an egg hitting a stone, flying backward.
Ji Jue vaguely saw the headless, mangled corpse rolling in the wind, crashing to the ground.