Bang bang bang!!!
The first to suffer were the thousand-odd Red Scarf Bandit warships and a cosmic fortress. In an instant, they were pierced through by white light and blasted full of holes.
The Red Scarf Bandits inside let out piercing screams. Bathed in the white radiance, their entire bodies evaporated, as though they had attained ascension and risen to heaven.
In merely a few moments, all those ordinary Red Scarf Bandit elites were wiped out, not one left behind.
"No, no, no!!!"
Wu An and the others screamed in terror. Watching the painstaking foundation they had built over many years collapse in an instant, they hated these suddenly appearing angels to the very marrow, their eyes nearly splitting as they tried to fight back.
But it was already too late. The giant angel held a scepter and lightly pointed it forward. Countless beams of white light descended, turning into a rain of light that blanketed the starry sky.
"Aaaahhh!!"
Wu An and the others let out miserable screams. In the blink of an eye, their bodies were blasted into mangled flesh, their Primordial Spirits shattered. They were plainly dead beyond any doubt.
The mighty leader of the Red Scarf Bandits, along with their many higher-ups, had committed every evil imaginable and lived freely for over a thousand years, evading the pursuit of countless people. Yet they had still died here, slain on the spot, their deaths utterly gruesome.
Meanwhile, Xia Ping stood where he was, circulating the Northern Underworld Body Protection Art. Layer upon layer of energy shields surfaced around him and flowed continuously. The surrounding white light tried to corrode him, but it was all blocked, unable to invade even a fraction.
He seemed like an existence standing apart from this white world, one of a kind.
"Angels?"