An Existence Stronger Than a King of Angel-Guess What It Is?

Illusory, sacred feathers scattered through the air, setting off the Angel with spread wings as so noble, so inviolable. Yet Luther, enclosed within his wings, was covered in blood, his shadows thick and black, utterly like a Sinner awaiting judgment.

But the expression on this Sinner's face was somewhat subtle.

Luther's azure eyes were like mirrors, reflecting what he saw. Within them, the wings that had originally filled his vision suddenly lost a corner. Then, more and more wings began to vanish, gradually erased from this world without leaving a trace.

And the cause of all this was the intruder who had appeared at some unknown moment.

Luther's vision gradually cleared, allowing him to see the other figure more distinctly. She was a young woman with black hair and black eyes, her features delicate and beautiful. She wore a classical hooded robe, her black eyes hidden in shadow, her face vacant and expressionless.

It was her!

Luther remembered seeing this woman before, during the Great Smog in Backlund!

At the time, he and Queen Mystic Bernadette had been interrogating Despair Nightingale Panatiya. She had broken through the restrictions and barged in, indirectly leading to Panatiya's silencing and the loss of the subsequent clues.

This mysterious woman possessed extraordinary strength; Bernadette had been no match for her. Now, it seemed she could even contend with a King of Angel!

Under her lifeless gaze, Ouroboros's body was gradually being erased.

Ouroboros slowly turned his head and met the hooded woman's eyes. Countless mysterious, illusory rings abruptly appeared throughout the entire space.

Not good, this guy is going to restart the time around us again!

Luther was anxious, but he could not move. Even warning her was difficult. Though he did not know her stance, at this moment, he still hoped that this