"Damn you, filthy human! You dare kill a saint of our Angel Race? You're courting death! You're walking straight into a dead end!" Another Ancient Angel with short hair saw this scene, and his eyes nearly split with rage.
The angels of the Angel Race were exceedingly united and fiercely exclusionary, so every angel was incomparably precious. The death of even one would fill the Angel Race with boundless fury.
At the same time, they were a race that always repaid every grievance. If another race dared slay an angel, it would immediately suffer the Angel Race's savage retaliation—an endless fight to the death.
Even if their strength prevented them from exterminating their opponent, they would still be like mastiffs, watching that hostile race at every moment and striking viciously from the shadows until it was wiped out.
Thus, the Angel Race was also known throughout the universe as a pack of mad dogs that struck terror at the very mention of their name. No one dared provoke them.
"Enough noise!"
Xia Ping looked calmly at the short-haired Ancient Angel. This angel was truly laughable. They had dared attack and assassinate him, so was he not allowed to fight back? Was he not allowed to defend himself?!
Could only the Angel Race kill him, while he could not kill angels?! What a joke. How naive. After roaming the universe for so long, did they still not understand the law of the jungle in this universe?!
He circulated the immense mana within his body and pointed at the short-haired Ancient Angel.
Peerless divine ability—Indra Finger!
This finger was even more terrifying than the divine ability from before. It contained the law of karma, condensing all mana into a single point, layering it with the law of spirals, and blasting forth along