"Die."
A cold glint flashed in Oliver's eyes. He immediately hurled the white flame in his hand toward the twenty-eight Heavenly Dragons. In an instant, the white flame transformed into a sea of fire, blanketing several hundred kilometers.
Rumble—
The twenty-eight Heavenly Dragons immediately let out furious roars. They tried to extinguish the flames, but it was utterly useless.
The Angel Flame was simply too terrifying. Once it latched onto something, it was like a parasite—it would not stop until it had burned its target to nothing and purified it completely.
Within only a few breaths, the twenty-eight Heavenly Dragons rolled through the air without pause, their roars growing weaker and weaker. It seemed that the power within the talismans was nearly exhausted and they were about to revert to their original forms.
Yet their true bodies were Sacred Artifacts in the end, and the Angel Flame could not destroy them. Still, the flames were powerful enough to drain every talisman of all its energy, leaving not a single drop behind.
"Haha, as expected of the Angel Flame bestowed upon us by the Archangel! Its power is simply immense! Even twenty-eight Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talismans cannot withstand it."
"The Angel Flame truly is formidable. This is the world-destroying fire, the flame of purification unique to our Angel Race. Any living creature that touches it will turn to ashes and vanish from existence. How could a few Heavenly Dragons possibly resist it?"
"Fortunately, there are only twenty-eight Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talismans. If there had been thirty-six, forming the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends Grand Array, then even the Angel Flame in our hands might not have been enough."
"No matter what, we've won this time. Once the power of these twenty-eight Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talismans is exhausted and they return