A smile lingered on Fang Yun's lips as she closed her eyes, trying her best to suppress the excitement inside her. But her faintly trembling
fingers still betrayed what she
was feeling at that moment.
Meanwhile, on the ground, the enormous angel opened her eyes a fraction, squinting at the helicopter as it gradually flew
away, then closed them again.
Thunderbolts kept falling from the clear sky, nearly wiping out the half-corpses and berserkers on the ground. The air was filled
with the smell of charred flesh, mixed with
waves of bloody stench that made even Mu Qing feel nauseated.
These bolts were undoubtedly controlled by the defensive power before her. The raging currents all around stayed outside a five-meter
radius around Mu Qing, never crossing that
five-meter line. Mu Qing felt as though she were imprisoned by lightning... like something out of a cult.
Of course, she didn't believe in gods. Many people had stopped believing after the apocalypse, though some diehard believers still clung to their gods. Mu
Qing was certain that if anyone saw
this scene, they would immediately fall to their knees and worship. After all... it was simply too overwhelming.
But what came next didn't look promising either. Although Fang Yu had truly stunned Mu Qing this time, Mu Qing had heard everything she had
muttered to herself just now.
She hadn't figured out the details, but she knew one thing... the girl could only maintain this form for one minute!
She had said so herself.
If that was the case, killing any number of berserkers and half-corpses would be pointless. Even though thousands of half-corpses had fallen
to the ground in barely a dozen seconds, and hundreds of berserkers
were already smoking, their bodies burned to charcoal, there were far more around them! There