The Great Sun Holy Son hurriedly looked up, only to discover that White Demon had appeared right above his head.
Moreover, he was completely unharmed, his body snow-white and shimmering with five-colored divine light. Runes of every color vied to circle him, and he even had a pair of enormous wings spread with pristine white feathers.
For a moment, the three young prodigies and the Great Sun Holy Son himself were all stunned.
Damn it, the Sacred Land's elders never mentioned before we came that White Demon had wings! He moved as nimbly as lightning. How could he be so fast?
Watching from a distance, Ye Tian found the scene rather amusing.
He had never imagined that White Demon would have wings, speed like lightning, and such formidable defenses that he could take that palm strike without suffering a scratch.
"Pay the price!"
"World-Destroying Feathers!"
White Demon shouted and spread his wings, resembling a holy angel, yet brimming with murderous intent, terrifying enough to plunge anyone into despair.
Then countless white feathers from those wings transformed into sharp swords and shot straight down at the four young prodigies. Their power was utterly terrifying, piercing the void and severing all things.
Before the Great Sun Holy Son could react, the densely packed sword-feathers pierced him. Feathers covered his entire body as he cried out in pain and spat blood, his body torn and battered as he fell to the ground.
The other three young disciples fared even worse. Feathers pierced them all over, turning them into blood-drenched figures. The slightest movement brought pain that cut into their bones.
They all crashed to the ground like the Great Sun Holy Son. The four resembled sculptures—no, works of art.
The sight was truly ridiculous. Ye Tian nearly failed to hold back his laughter.