"Is this the deity of this plane?"
Dense holy power filled the entire Undead Half-Plane. Electrolux and the Snow Empress silently appeared at Xu Tianming's side as well.
"That's right. I remember her aura."
The Snow Empress's expression was somewhat complicated.
As a native life-form of the Douluo Continent, she still held complicated feelings toward deities—both longing and wariness.
"Ten thousand years ago, three Spirit Masters on the Douluo Continent became gods in rapid succession within a very short period."
"A great battle later broke out between them, and its aura spread across the entire continent."
After a pause, the Snow Empress looked at the stunning Angel God phantom before them and slowly said,
"This figure should be one of them."
Xu Tianming had originally been uncertain whether this Angel God phantom was the first God of Angels or Qian Renxue.
But after hearing the Snow Empress's words, he finally confirmed the phantom's identity.
"Who would have thought that the God of Angels, whom Spirit Hall had painstakingly cultivated ten thousand years ago, would end up in such a state?"
Xu Tianming sighed softly, feeling rather emotional.
"But in the end, she only had herself to blame. No one else can be blamed!"
She had clearly become a god earlier than Tang San.
She had clearly known that Tang San had inherited the Sea God Godhood.
She had clearly understood Tang San's threat better than anyone.
She had clearly been pursuing Tang San.
Yet despite holding such an overwhelming advantage, this God of Angels had repeatedly let Tang San go.
She had even claimed that she wanted to subdue Tang San, saying that only then could she make up for the flaw in her ascension to godhood.
All that could be said was that Qian Renxue's eventual fate was nobody's