Rustle~
With a sweep of his hand, Xia Ping immediately claimed the corpses of these dead ancient angels for himself. After all, if the World Tree devoured them, it would surely condense Creation Fruits.
Every Creation Fruit was a priceless treasure of heaven and earth, so every ancient angel's corpse was immensely valuable and could not be casually passed over.
"Damn human! You dare slaughter so many Angel Race saints—you're courting death! I'm going to butcher you!" At this sight, the three primordial ancient angels were so furious their eyes nearly split open, their rage erupting to the heavens.
If looks could kill, Xia Ping would have died hundreds or thousands of times already, with no chance of surviving.
"Kill!"
The golden primordial ancient angel was beside itself with rage. So many ancient angels had been slain on their side—this was an unimaginable blow even to the Angel Race. Calling it devastating losses was far from enough to describe this misery.
If they did not kill this Human Race saint now, the Angel Race would suffer a truly enormous loss. Moreover, their opponent was a human, one of the peak races.
If he escaped, they would have no way to take revenge.
Therefore, they had to slay this Human Race saint completely, eradicating even his soul.
In an instant, the golden primordial ancient angel took out a magic treasure: the supreme-grade sacred artifact, the Spear of Judgment.
The golden spear appeared in the void like a deity descending into the mortal world, blooming with endless golden radiance. Its surface was engraved with densely packed angelic runes.
The moment this golden spear appeared, the spacetime across billions upon billions of kilometers seemed to fall into stagnation. It was as though it were the center of a vortex, a supreme existence that