Holy images should be carved like Chen Ye, perfect and sacred.
Chen Ye's act was more miraculous than a miracle. It was able to conquer the young angels, but it was not enough to conquer the elders.
Although this single wing is much more powerful than the fully-opened wings of the angel elder who made the bet, the bet was made with more than six wings.
Chen Ye still didn't win.
"Chen Xianren, you lose..."
The elder who made the bet thought that Chen Ye's offer was already the limit and wanted to end the bet immediately.
But before he could finish his words, Chen Ye's second wing opened, forming a pair.
The sacred light and pressure more than doubled again.
The elder's eyes widened immediately, obviously shocked.
Surprisingly, I can open a second one.
The mysteries contained in these two wings are even more powerful than the six behind the huge statue.
This was beyond her imagination, and her brain seemed to have crashed for a moment.
Before she could recover, Chen Ye opened his third and fourth wings in succession.
It drove all the way to the sixth one before it finally stopped.
Behind Chen Ye were three pairs of golden wings, emitting golden light like burning flames.
The huge wings floated in the air, illuminating all places within sight. Everywhere within sight was Chen Ye's light.
The angel elders who were standing just now all bent their knees involuntarily and knelt down uncontrollably.
The young angels had already hit their heads on the ground, and their bodies were pressed so hard that they couldn't stand up straight.
As ordinary angels, they did not dare to look directly at Chen Ye's great six wings. In their opinion, bathing in the golden light was already their blessing.
The elders were still struggling fiercely in their hearts at this time.
For a moment, they found it hard to accept that the Holy Lord whom they had believed in for nearly ten thousand years could be on par with Chen Ye and only had six wings.
A strong belief supports their final stubbornness.
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