Six-Winged Sub-Angel

The true title of this chapter: Six-Winged Sub-Angel. Silence—brief silence.

After the silence, Qiekafu suddenly began to applaud.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Qiekafu looked at the Lich Old Man and said, "I have to admit, I admire you a little. Of course, that won't change the final outcome—you will be killed by me. Since you insist on standing in my way, I won't hold back anymore. I'll kill you with absolute superiority. In a way, you should feel honored."

After speaking, Qiekafu reached into his clothes and pulled out a glass vial.

The vial contained a tube of golden liquid, like melted gold or high-temperature magma flowing from deep beneath the earth.

Once he took it out, Qiekafu did not hesitate. He pulled out the silver stopper and drank the liquid in one gulp.

In an instant, a vast and sacred aura burst violently from his body.

Pure white light followed, pouring out from Qiekafu's body through every opening—his eyes, mouth, nostrils, and ears.

The surrounding sky was illuminated by Qiekafu. In an instant, his entire body seemed to become a newly born miniature sun.

Then, amid the dazzling white light, the clothes on Qiekafu's back gradually bulged before ripping apart with a "Riiip!" A pair of wings covered in snow-white feathers grew out.

But it was not over. The moment the first pair of wings appeared, a second pair emerged with another "Riiip!"

Then came the third pair.

The three pairs of wings slowly flapped behind Qiekafu. Every one of them was so white and sacred, radiating a holy aura that made people want to bow in worship.

Maintaining this form, Qiekafu looked solemnly at the Lich Old Man.

The Lich Old Man's eyes widened uncontrollably. Feeling the suppressive aura emanating from Qiekafu, he took a long while before speaking.