On the ice fields of the Far North.
The war was still raging.
Heavy snow swirled down, and spilled blood and corpses covered the frozen land.
There were members of the Divine Clan, exotic beasts, mortals, and demons.
A spotless White Cat abruptly appeared on this vast battlefield.
Divine beasts and warriors occasionally noticed the kitten as they fought their way past.
"Where did this little kitten come from? Aren't you afraid the demons will eat you on the spot?"
Yet Little White Cat showed no fear at all. Its tiny paws stepped over the soft snow, leaving little footprints like plum blossoms.
It raised its head toward the sky, its sky-blue eyes fixed on Jiang Yang, who bore wings of darkness and light on his back, half fallen and half divine.
White light began to shine in its eyes, as though a program set long ago had been activated, and a faint fluctuation began to emerge from its body.
That fluctuation grew from weak to strong, like a sapling that had weathered the four seasons.
Gradually.
A holy white glow shone from Little White Cat's body, growing ever brighter.
This unusual sight caught the demons' attention. They took it for one of the Shanhai Exotic Beasts and thought Little White Cat was about to unleash powerful magic against them.
So some demons advanced to deal Little White Cat a fatal blow.
But something strange happened. When the demons touched that holy white light, flames swiftly engulfed their bodies and burned them to nothing within seconds.
An ancient demon suddenly came to a realization and let out a terrified roar in a hoarse voice.
"The aura of angels?!"
"What?"
Some demons were utterly bewildered. Where had angels come from? None had appeared for thousands of years.
But before the old