"Since you're asking, I don't mind telling you. I am Su Mali, the God-Slayer under the command of the ancient Heavenly Palace King Hua Ye!"
"Whether you're the God of War of some civilization or the Main God, it doesn't matter! If you know what's good for you, hand He Xi over to me!"
Su Mali kept flapping his wings in midair, trying to use Micro-wormhole technology to escape the restraints of this strange force.
Unfortunately.
As the distance between him and Ye Yang continued to shrink.
He panicked.
In tens of thousands of years, this was the first time he had shown such a desperate, helpless appearance when facing an enemy.
Ye Yang, on the other hand.
Walked over to a car with its door open.
He placed the weakened He Xi in the driver's seat, freeing both hands.
Then he turned toward Su Mali, who was drifting over, and said calmly:
"Hey~ Judging by your tone, you're an alien. And not just any alien—you seem to be a high-ranking commander."
After Ye Yang finished speaking.
Su Mali also stopped half a meter in front of him.
A pair of snow-white wings was particularly conspicuous.
Inside the car, He Xi realized that Ye Yang already knew Su Mali was an alien.
Her thoughts became a tangled mess for no apparent reason.
Should she come clean now and seek Ye Yang's forgiveness, or continue playing dumb?
"Earth has really been chaotic lately. Demons, Metahumans, winged alien men and women—and you, an alien who shamelessly pursued He Xi. You really deserve to die. Don't you know that humans and birds aren't supposed to mate?"
After Ye Yang finished speaking.
He directly swung a slap.
Smack!
With the powerful strength of the Arhat Golden Body, the slap twisted Su Mali's head to