Former Enemies Became Comrades, and the Guerrilla Duo Were Dumbfounded

The six wings behind Sacred Monarch beat as he led over a hundred Six-Winged Angels flying at the very front of the Battle Formation, personally commanding the army on its campaign.

Over his long years of cultivation, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul had long since fused with his soul.

He was the Six-Winged Angel, and the Six-Winged Angel was him.

Brilliant Holy Power poured from him without restraint.

Intense light and heat erupted in wave after wave, and radiance like a blazing sun at high noon spilled across the Underworld, bringing a rare glow to this land of eternal night.

Sacred Monarch's solemn eyes gazed into the distance, where countless thick gray mists were surging and churning upward, taking on the shapes of various Soul Beast limbs.

Such a bizarre and absurd scene did not slow the army's advance. Instead, it made everyone unconsciously quicken their pace slightly.

In the skies above the Aberrant Forest, countless coils of dense mist began flowing rapidly, and one Aberrant Soul Body after another with the ability to fly appeared out of thin air before everyone's eyes.

Piercing, shrill howls came rushing straight at them from the front.

Rolling waves of sound converged into terrifying sound waves and Mental Attack, surging toward the Undead Army.

The Aberrant Soul Body army had arrived.

"Awaken your Martial Souls! Whole army, form ranks! Angel Legion, attack!"

A low voice of the soul exploded from Sacred Monarch's mouth.

Dense Soul Power carried his voice to the ear of every Participating Soldier.

These utterly ordinary words inspired the soldiers far more than the stirring military music sounded before battle in mortal kingdoms.

As vast amounts of light and shadow illuminated the ground, one Military Formation after another began to undergo different changes.

Behind Sacred Monarch, the entire Military Formation