"What are you thinking? You can't afford to let your guard down now!"
At the sound of a teasing voice, Fu Qian took a light step and dodged a milky-white beam of light dropping from above.
The beam struck the feathers beneath his feet, corroding them and the flagstones below into a deep pit. It also scorched a large area around it.
If he remembered correctly, that dried corpse had launched a similar attack earlier, when it tried to stop him from killing someone.
And now, the beam came from Ji Yicheng, the Dragon King returned.
The wings on his back looked even whiter now. Every inch of his skin shimmered, and another beam quickly gathered before shooting out. As before, Fu Qian dodged it with ease.
Ji Yicheng, now an angel, kept rising. His head was practically touching the ceiling, and with beams constantly forming around him, he was like a floating artillery platform.
As long as he stayed alert, he would be practically invincible.
"Just as I thought."
Ji Yicheng fired two more beams without a care, not even checking whether they hit. His face showed pure delight as he stroked the wings on his back.
"That corpse locked away over there was a real angel."
"Wings without feathers are the purest form."
"I had a vague feeling when I tried to control her."
"Unfortunately, a bunch of idiots with rocks for brains locked her up, thinking she was some kind of evil thing."
"You can communicate with her?"
Ji Yicheng's words piqued Fu Qian's interest. He asked thoughtfully.
"Not exactly. She's already completely dead."
"But even as nothing more than an angel's husk, she still has mysteries beyond your imagination."
"I can only exert a little influence over her through certain similar traits."
"I see. That makes