The power of this figure was so overwhelming that he was almost impossible to look at directly.
The darkness around him, thick as ink, gathered into his body as though it would never end.
It was darkness in its purest form, without a trace of impurity. It was true darkness.
Darkness so dense made hearts tremble.
Sensing its power, many of the soldiers nearby, along with the generals and Ninth-Level Soul Engineers standing there, watched in terror.
They watched the darkness shift and take shape until it finally became an angel of pure black.
Black halos circled the angel, and a wheel of light representing sin shone in her eyes.
The blackness hidden in those eyes was stranger, more evil, and more terrifying than that of the Fallen Angel.
She was like an invisible calamity. The sight of her inspired dread, and even the air around her seemed to freeze.
Condensed from the power of a Ninety-Ninth-Level Ultimate Douluo, her potential was no less than the Light Angel's. It might even have been greater.
She herself was second only to the two angels of Destruction and Life.
Her power was even somewhat greater than the Evil Angel's.
After all, the Evil Angel's power had been drawn out by the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.
It could not compare to the seeds granted by Destruction and Life.
Li Qingming looked at the Dark Angel and crooked a finger, beckoning her over.
As the Dark Angel merged with him, the phantoms of nine angels slowly appeared behind him.
Feeling the towering power radiating from them, Li Qingming drew a quiet breath and steadied his mind.
A cold look settled in his eyes, and he took a step forward.
Then he tore through the air, racing toward the marked location he and Gu