As the black mist gradually dispersed, the Dark Grand Archmage hidden within was finally fully revealed.
A bloodied hole the size of a cup gushed from his left shoulder. His robe had long been soaked through with blood, leaving him in a wretched state.
Clearly, when the Chaos Spear had approached, he had keenly sensed the danger and done his utmost to evade it, but he had ultimately been too slow, barely managing to avoid a fatal blow.
Dark power writhed continuously around his shoulder, seemingly trying to seal the wound, but the power of chaos was like poison, stubbornly suppressing any healing.
No matter how powerful his dark magic was, it could not heal such a horrifying wound in a short time.
"Damn it!" the Dark Grand Archmage cursed, his face as dark as ink.
Then, his gaze fixed on Ang behind the Chaos Shield, his eyes filled with icy hatred.
That look seemed capable of tearing someone apart, making even the air feel more stagnant.
Ang spread his hands, sounding rather helpless. "Hey, don't look at me like that. You were the one who got careless and dodged too slowly. You can't blame anyone else."
His casual tone was like an invisible mockery, making the Dark Grand Archmage's fury surge even higher.
"Stop wasting words on them. Keep attacking!" the tall bald angel thundered, Holy Light rippling outward and dispersing the black mist in the air.
But Ang cut in, "They're already injured. If you can use that Holy Light Domain again, you'll definitely be able to suppress both of them, maybe even capture them completely."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three angels exchanged glances.
Invisible sparks seemed to flicker through the air.
The tall bald angel's gaze toward Ang grew sharply colder, and the Killing