Just like the Flame of Light.
The Day of Light was the Angel Clan's signature attack, and only beings of Ten-Winged Angel rank or higher could use it.
Beneath the blazing sun, an ordinary Half-step Great Dao expert would perish without a doubt.
Even the Ten-Winged Angel was confident he could seriously wound or even kill someone as powerful as Jian Wushuang.
When he saw Jian Wushuang make an unremarkable swing of his sword,
a cold smile crept onto the Ten-Winged Angel's lips.
In his eyes,
Jian Wushuang's move was no different from courting death!
But just as the Day of Light was about to devour Jian Wushuang,
a powerful voice suddenly rang through the void...
"Sword Twenty-Three!"
As soon as the words fell,
sword energy shot into the sky!
To the utter horror of all the angels,
the blinding sun of light, which seemed capable of devouring everything, was cleaved in two by a single streak of sword energy.
Before they could even process what had happened,
the sword energy crossed through space and time, appearing before them in an instant.
"Not good!"
The angels cried out in alarm.
But it was already too late for them to flee.
Fortunately, their leader was at the very front: the haughty Ten-Winged Angel.
The moment he saw the Day of Light split in two,
the pride on the Ten-Winged Angel's face had vanished, replaced by sheer horror.
In the angels' deeply ingrained belief,
they were far superior to Hongmeng beings of the same rank.
He couldn't understand how a mere Half-step Great Dao expert could be so powerful.
It made no sense!
The Ten-Winged Angel was baffled, but there was no time to dwell on it.
They were now at death's door.
If they couldn't block this sword,
they would