Feeling the increasingly brilliant Holy Aura before her, the Demon of Light closed her eyes and awaited death.
A sense of suffocation made her forget how to breathe for a moment.
Despair lingered in her heart, leaving no time to think about anything else.
Her heart completely collapsed, and she ceased all resistance, left only to quietly await death like a prisoner awaiting execution.
Snap!
The incomparably brilliant attack, which was about to obliterate the Demon of Light in both body and soul, was instantly torn apart by a black shadow.
"Xiao Yan, you shouldn't have come here."
Liu Yun, the Demon of Light, had long since prepared herself for her fall, but moments later she watched as the black shadow before her relied on his own strength to forcefully shatter and tear apart all the holy light threads, unable to help herself from speaking out.
Yet she knew that easily blocking this seemingly simple attack had actually drained far too much of Xiao Yan's power.
"I made a promise to him."
"Even if it shatters my body to pieces."
The demon radiance within Xiao Yan's pupils completely surged, and an endless fury swept out. Across his physique, bursts of skin began to ooze blood; that seemingly simple strike just now had indeed mobilized far too much of Xiao Yan's power.
His voice was filled with striking force, easily carrying across the entire Holy City and completely igniting the fires of war in countless hearts!
At this moment, Demon Power stirred restlessly across Xiao Yan's body, but the amber Holy Flame Fire swept out, coupled with the presence of the Holy Flame Armor and the power of the Dragon God Transformation, allowing Xiao Yan to barely blast apart the Holy Punishment Power that Blake had casually unleashed.
"No, no, no."