With Golden Feather City's city-defense grand formation shattered, many buildings that had once stood majestic and magnificent were now battered ruins, with broken walls and rubble everywhere.
Smoke drifted through the air like wandering ghosts, and despair hung over the entire city like thick, heavy storm clouds.
The angels within the city knew all too well that the tide had turned against them. Unwilling to remain inside and await death, some desperately beat their snow-white wings and fled outside in panic, like birds startled by a bowstring.
Their faces were stricken with terror, their eyes filled with fear of their unknown fate.
The Sun Moon Sect army, which had long stood ready for battle, swiftly arranged itself into orderly battle formations, each like a sturdy fortress. They unleashed concentrated bombardments upon the charging Angel Race experts, the radiance of their spells weaving together like dazzling fireworks.
Under the concentrated attacks of the Sun Moon Sect's cultivator army, the Angel Race experts charging toward them fell one after another, like dumplings dropped into a pot.
Their figures traced desperate arcs through the air before crashing heavily to the ground. The ground was already a scene of devastation, speckled with bloodstains like dark crimson flowers in bloom. Broken weapons lay scattered everywhere, some still embedded in the soil, quivering faintly. Angel feathers covered the ground like snowflakes, fluttering gently in the wind as though recounting the sorrow of this brutal battle.
The fiercest fighting, however, undoubtedly unfolded between the integrated body level experts on both sides.
The instant the city-defense grand formation shattered, Wu Xuege and the other Sun Moon Sect Integrated Body Experts shot toward the three twelve-winged angels like lightning, plunging into a heart-stopping battle.
At that moment, Wu Xuege resembled an immortal maiden descending gracefully from the highest heavens.