Wooo~
Wooo~
Wooo~
The bleak, sonorous call of the horn carried the breath of ages, stirring a slightly cool breeze between heaven and earth.
The scent of the Apocalypse suddenly suffused the world, as though some force were tearing the original world in two.
The incomparably beautiful female Seraphim held her snow-white neck high, her long, fair legs slightly bent in the sky as she closed her eyes and blew the horn said to destroy the world.
Her white skirt armor fluttered gently, and her long, silvery-white hair danced in the wind, like an exquisite painting!
Epic descriptions could not help but arise in the hearts of many mortals.
"That year, an exquisite archangel descended into the mortal realm and sounded the horn of world destruction. Her peerless grace shook the entire world."
As the horn's lingering call rang out, the devils throughout the world seemed to have been afflicted with a debuff. Their movements began to slow, and their spells began to weaken.
The allied forces and strange beasts fighting them suddenly felt the pressure ease.
The six Demon Kings at the center of the horn's main area of effect, however, felt as though a heavy hammer had suddenly struck their chests. An indescribable discomfort washed over them!
This was an attack and suppression at the level of the soul. During their past battles to seize the world, Gabriel had also struck them with the Apocalypse Horn, but its power had been nowhere near what it was today.
"Could Gael's strength be free of the Will of Earth's suppression?"
They suddenly exchanged glances, feeling that this had become an incredibly thorny problem.
After all, the six great Demon Kings were equivalent in strength to six Seraphim.
But on Earth, their strength had been weakened a degree because of the