Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.
The big angel before him paid for his good habit almost instantly.
He was clearly proud of his own judgment and hadn't made even the slightest move to dodge.
And the demigod-level Air Bullet had left nothing above his neck but a smear.
Looking at the severed neck, which hadn't shed a single drop of blood, Fu Qian confirmed one thing: this guy definitely hadn't come out of that corpse.
He even knew how many bullets Fu Qian had loaded, so he'd obviously been following them the whole way.
And if that was the case, then here came the question—
A special supernatural being, unaffiliated with the Siren Group, had followed everyone all the way to a place like this, risked being discovered and crushed, and secretly protected two demigods?
That kind of thought process and motive were truly intriguing!
Of course, although the giant body before him hadn't repaired itself as it had before, Fu Qian was quite sure it wasn't dead.
In fact, now that it had lost its head, the pure white wings on its back seemed even more dazzling.
That holy radiance was so overwhelming that anyone with a weaker will would probably be on their knees worshipping it by now.
The next moment, the headless body spread its arms, its wings blazing white as fire.
Almost instantly, Fu Qian noticed what seemed to be snowflakes drifting down from the sky.
Looking closer, they were actually countless feathers, each one crystal clear and dreamlike.
But even though they fell as thickly as a blizzard, the feathers weren't coming down very fast. They weren't hard to avoid.
It didn't seem very practical to kill someone with a trick like that.
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[Sanity decreased by 1]