Elsewhere.
An Qingyu carried the Black Coffin on his back, his gaze sweeping over the two four-winged angels and three Four-winged Demons before him. His expression was grim.
A dense swarm of wraith demons surrounded him in the air like a tide, their sharp, eerie laughter ringing out without end. He was like prey trapped in a cage—and five tigers were locked inside with him.
A White Shadow streaked over from afar and crashed into one of the black-winged demons. It suddenly twisted around, its black wings turning into blades as they slashed at the angel's neck beside it.
The angel reacted with incredible speed, shifting aside and avoiding the attack. Yet that brief distraction created a tiny gap in the encirclement.
An Qingyu narrowed his eyes and seized the chance to shoot through it. But the other two demons flapped their four wings and blocked his path at a speed almost like teleportation.
Just as Jiang Er was about to use the same trick again, a dazzling pillar of white light descended from the sky and shone directly onto her head!
In her magnetic-field form, Jiang Er slipped through several demon attacks as though she had no substance. Yet the pillar of light trapped her in midair. Like a fish confined in a tank, she could drift in any direction, but could not leave the light even an inch!
"Jiang Er!"
An Qingyu's pupils contracted as he abruptly looked up at the sky.
One of the Six-winged Seraphim had extended a finger above Jiang Er. That white pillar of light was being released from its fingertip.
With the Black Coffin on his back, An Qingyu rushed toward the pillar of light. But several Four-winged Demons appeared before him in an instant and attacked together, leaving hideous wounds across his