Qin Chuan had killed the Six-Winged Angel commander with a single arrow. The sight struck the Angel Legion like a boulder plunging into a still lake, sending violent ripples through its ranks.
After a brief moment of shock came a fiercer surge of rage and killing intent.
"Target spotted! It's the mortal tainted by shadow! He has defiled the Holy Light and must be purified!"
"All squads, abandon your current targets! Concentrate your fire and destroy him!"
High above, several more powerful archangels roared out the command. Their sacred orders spread through the Angel Legion like an unbreakable decree.
The Angels who had been scattered across the battlefield, locked in combat with Yan Country's soldiers and mecha, turned their golden eyes toward the lone figure on the wall.
Countless Holy Light spears, Judgment Rays, and bursts of sacred fire converged from every direction like iron filings drawn to a magnet. Every attack was aimed at Qin Chuan.
A golden rain of death seemed to fall from the sky. Every drop held enough terrifying energy to tear through steel and vaporize lakes.
Season Star had just split an Angel in two with the Destroyer Mecha's chainsaw when the pressure around her suddenly eased. For a moment, she could not even find another target.
To her astonishment, the enemies who had fought without fear of death abandoned victories already within their grasp and swarmed toward Qin Chuan like mad.
"Guild leader!"
Season Star's heart tightened, and she moved to pilot her mecha to his aid.
"Hold your lines." Qin Chuan's voice was calm, yet carried an authority that brooked no argument. It reached every ally clearly. "Leave these to me."
Dies Martin's phantom flickered beside him. "Kid, don't get careless. There are too many of those Birdmen. Their combined formations are no