Chapter 1069 The battle ends
But just when the twelve-winged angel was thankful that he had escaped with his life, a gray-white spiritual light came straight like a bolt of lightning.
The speed of the spiritual light was extremely fast, as if it had crossed the boundaries of time and space, and the twelve-winged angel did not even have the slightest time to react. At that moment, a trace of shock flashed across his eyes,
The spiritual light had accurately hit his soul. Only a slight muffled sound was heard, like the sound of a broken soul. The twelve-winged angel's body shook violently, and his eyes instantly lost their luster.
His once proud body fell down like a kite with its string broken, and died from then on.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic hand of spiritual power appeared out of thin air. That big hand exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, and its lines were clearly visible, as if it were condensed from pure spiritual power. With unstoppable momentum, it accurately grabbed the body of the twelve-winged angel, and then slowly sent it to Liu Changxu.
Liu Changxu looked calm and stared closely at the corpse. He stretched out his slender fingers, gently took off the storage bracelet on the twelve-winged angel's wrist, and held it in his hand.
Then he put the corpse of the twelve-winged angel into a storage bracelet specially designed to store the corpses of monsters.
After doing all this, Liu Changxu quietly became a spectator again. He stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes deep and calm, like a king overlooking all living beings.
At this time, when the cultivators on the human side saw Liu Changxu killing a powerful twelve-winged angel so easily, they suddenly burst into loud cheers and their morale was greatly boosted.
Their eyes shone with excitement and hope, as if they saw the dawn of victory.
On the contrary, the angel tribe felt as if they had lost a concubine, and their morale plummeted. Their faces were filled with despair and fear, and their originally high fighting spirit instantly dissipated without a trace.
Especially the three twelve-winged angels who were still struggling with the strong men of the Sun Moon Sect, saw that all the reinforcements who came to support them fell, and their hearts were filled with despair.
They were so panicked that they could no longer care about the hundreds of millions of angels who were still in the city, and fled out of the city like bereft dogs.
Those once proud angels now looked pale and their eyes were full of fear. They waved their white wings and squeezed through the chaotic air, just to escape faster from this land that was about to be enveloped in despair.
At this point, the defeat of the Angel Clan has been determined, and the angels in the city have fallen into an unprecedented predicament. Apart from surrendering and escaping, the only other option is death.
Under the command of the strong men of the Sun and Moon Sect, tens of millions of monks, like a vast sea of stars, quickly formed neat battle formations. A ruthless massacre was launched against the angels who fled in panic.
The light of the magic weapon and the splendor of the magic are intertwined, like a bright and cruel fireworks feast.
Wu Xuege and other six Sun Moon Sect combined powerhouses launched a siege on the three twelve-winged angels who were running away crazily.
But the three twelve-winged angels were not willing to sit back and wait for death. They struggled to flap their white wings, leaving streaks of gorgeous light and shadow in the sky as fast as lightning.
Sometimes they turned to the left, sometimes to the right, trying to break through the encirclement and suppression by Wu Xuege and others. However, how could Wu Xuege and others let them escape easily? They cooperated tacitly, and the spiritual treasures came out together. The powerful spiritual impact caused cracks in the surrounding space.
But even so, the speed of the twelve-winged angels was too fast, and they once escaped from their encirclement and suppression, leaving only blurred lights and shadows.
Seeing this situation, Liu Changxu frowned slightly, and couldn't help but feel worried in his heart. He knew very well that if these three twelve-winged angels were allowed to escape, there would be endless troubles. So, his eyes narrowed and he decided to take action again. This time he still used the Ruyi Soul-killing Lamp.
With the help of the Ruyi Soul-killing Lamp, a powerful weapon, Wu Xuege and others quickly killed the three twelve-winged angels.
And when these three twelve-winged angels suddenly fell, the angels who were still surrounded suddenly felt despair.
They were already struggling to hold on due to the disparity in strength. Now they are like a candle in the wind, and their resistance is becoming increasingly weak.
The eyes of those angels were filled with fear and despair, and their fighting spirit completely collapsed at this moment. Soon, groups of angels reluctantly gave up their resistance and slowly raised their hands in surrender. Their white wings were drooped, and their faces were full of frustration and exhaustion.
As for the angels who were still resisting, they were soon ruthlessly slaughtered by the human army.
The human army is like an unstoppable torrent, with its magic weapons shining brightly and its spells dazzling, ruthlessly sweeping towards the recalcitrant angels. The angels screamed one after another, and the sky was dyed red with blood.
Time passes slowly like a silent stream. The warm and gorgeous afterglow of the setting sun fell softly on this extremely tragic battlefield like a golden gauze curtain, and the roar of the magic weapon gradually stopped.
The originally magnificent and majestic Golden Feather City has now become a land of ruins and ruins.
The broken magic weapons were scattered everywhere, some were twisted and deformed, and some were dim, as if they were telling the story of the thrilling battle they had just experienced. The bloody corpses were lying in a mess, and the painful groans of the injured were floating in the air.
Although the faces of the human monks on the winning side were full of exhaustion, their eyes shone with the joy and excitement of victory.
Everyone did not care about rest, but couldn't wait to get involved in cleaning the battlefield. They carefully shuttled through the mess. Some bent down to pick up the valuable magic weapons and looked at them carefully, trying to find out whether they were still valuable. Some were silently carrying the corpses of their companions, with solemn expressions and eyes. Showing deep sorrow and respect.
At this moment, the combined powerhouses from the Sun Moon Sect and other sects who came to help in the battle had already gathered on the wide deck of the Ruyi Dunkong Shuttle.
The faces of the cultivators were full of joy of victory, and everyone was discussing the next course of action enthusiastically.
Liu Changxu and Wu Xuuge sat side by side, occupying the main position. Listening quietly to the heated discussion among the monks.
The impressive record of killing four twelve-winged angels in one battle has greatly increased the confidence of many powerful fusion men present.
Therefore, the vast majority of the combined powerhouses present, driven by the joy of victory and passionate fighting spirit, suggested that after cleaning up the battlefield, they should continue to move deeper.
However, there are always some people who, after experiencing this thrilling battle, feel a little more cautious and worried. They hoped to give up when things were good, stop their progress, stay in the ruins of Golden Feather City, and quietly wait for the angel clan's reaction.
They believe that one should not be too aggressive to avoid falling into a more dangerous situation. Both parties had their own opinions, and the atmosphere became tense and solemn for a while.