Nangong Wan stared at the dark sky with bloodshot eyes, but in the end, he never saw that person look back.
During those late nights when they drank and talked merrily, Death Prison Douluo had repeatedly declared that they were kindred spirits, sworn brothers who would share life and death!
Nangong Wan had believed it completely!
He had always thought he had Death Prison Douluo in his pocket!
Death Prison Douluo had kicked him straight into a ditch!
Why? Wasn't he an Ultimate Death Super Douluo? Even if he could not defeat the Six-Winged Angel, he should not have been instantly defeated in one move!
The Six-Winged Angel and Evil Soul Masters were natural enemies. All people could see was the Six-Winged Angel radiating boundless light before countless witnesses while Death Prison Douluo fled in disgrace!
So what if Death Prison Douluo's acting was poor? Bound by traditional notions, who could have realized that he was both sacred and evil?
They would suspect themselves of being Evil Soul Masters before they ever suspected the Six-Winged Angel!
Nangong Wan racked his brains but could not understand it. Nor did he have time to think further. His chaotic thoughts abruptly came to a halt as a golden sword light tore through the sky and flashed past. The Holy Spirit Cult's Second Elder was beheaded!
Before his consciousness dissipated, Nangong Wan's lips trembled as he venomously cursed the close friend to whom he had once bared his heart:
"Death Prison Douluo, you heartless, faithless bastard...
The scum among Evil Soul Masters...
Even if I become a ghost... I... will... never... let you go..."
Seeing Nangong Wan die so easily, Vengeance Douluo and Mask Douluo knew full well that the two angels would not spare a single Evil Soul Master. They roared in despair: