"This Xiao Clan really is a centipede that dies but never stiffens."
Putting those golden silk scrolls back onto Bailin's Angel Wings, the White-Skirtd Woman lazily blinked her slender eyelashes as the Heaven and Earth Energy throughout the entire Divine Palace suddenly turned turbid.
"Your Eminence, do you need me to make a move?"
Seeing this scene, the Grand Archangel Bailin trembled uncontrollably and hurriedly knelt down to speak.
She had personally tasted the divine might of the Slaughter Angel; that extraordinary power soaring above the heavens and the earth was simply not something any Samsara could compare to.
In Bailin's estimation, the Slaughter Angel's current strength probably had long since touched that legendary realm.
"With the protection of that old fellow Xiao Yan, even if you make a move, I'm afraid it will still be very difficult to capture him and bring him back... And don't forget, the numerous forces under the current Endless Flame Alliance cannot be underestimated. After all, they are a powerful force resisting the Outer Realm Evil Clan. If we move against them at this juncture, the situation in our Great Thousand World will become even more unbearable."
"In the present Great Thousand World, without those proud figures of the Xiao Clan who always charged into battle as the vanguard, we are already unable to directly confront the Outer Realm Evil Clan."
The White-Skirtd Woman's beautiful eyes continuously spun, as if she were pondering a fine strategy.
Xiao Clan Descendants must die; otherwise, once they are allowed to pry into those matters of the past, it will probably provoke a true bitter battle... Even if there is only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, the Slaughter Angel will absolutely not allow them to develop.
"But if this matter isn't dealt with early, this subordinate fears that delays will