The three Holy Light Warships were as large as mountains. The energy gathered at their bows—enough to pierce through continental plates—had reached its peak, and the sacred radiance was almost staining the entire sky a pure gold.
The terrifying pressure descended like a tangible force. Within the Magic City Stronghold, countless survivors found it difficult to breathe, as if the apocalypse's judgment had arrived ahead of time.
Qin Chuan looked up, yet his face held no fear. Instead, there was a trace of anticipation.
The Shadow Divine Power, Source of Death, and Source of Withering within him were like three awakened dragons, coiling and intertwining as they let out deep roars.
"The God of Light isn't showing up and is sending you underlings to die?"
Qin Chuan's voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the battlefield's thunder and reached the ears of every Angel. "Very well. I'll use you to warm up first!"
Before his voice had even faded, he did not choose to defend passively. Instead, he took the initiative!
The effect of Moment of Utmost Darkness activated. Teleportation had no cooldown and consumed no energy!
Qin Chuan's figure vanished from the city wall in an instant.
The next moment, he had appeared beneath the leftmost Holy Light Warship.
The warship's main cannon had not yet fully locked onto him, but countless smaller secondary cannons had already sensed the threat. They swung their barrels around like a swarm of bees and spewed out a dense barrage of Holy Light.
"Courting death!" A cold shout rang out from within the warship, carrying the unique majesty and indifference of a deity. "A mere mortal dares to provoke the divine carriage!"
Qin Chuan sneered. The Sniper God talent's Sniper Foresight had already projected the trajectories and energy weak points of