Faced with such a situation, a rapid horn sounded from the army formation behind Falcon, the sound was so distant and vast that it reached into the blue sky.
After hearing the continuous horn sounds, Loran Hill looked up at the direction of the sun in the sky. Small black dots were approaching with their backs to the glaring sunlight. As they drew closer, their figures and appearances gradually became clearer.
Winged warriors were flying in from the sky. There were about 50,000 of them, like clouds covering the sky. Dark shadows fell on the earth, like a tangible oppression imprinted in the hearts of the soldiers on Clancy's side. Dullness and depression filled the battlefield.
Just as Clancia was mobilizing the rear troops to change their formation, the ground suddenly changed color, and black spears shot down like rain.
The piercing sound of spears piercing the air was heart-shaking. Long spears pierced the soldiers' heads. Dense blood and yellow sand mixed with the dust. Everything in sight seemed to have turned into a bloody hell. Many people died in the battle before they could even scream.
Just when the soldiers on Clancy's side were almost in despair, a burst of neat and rapid spells rang out.
"O wind of glory, transform into a holy barrier to block the arrows." Hundreds of voices sang as one, like a hymn.
Loran Hill held high the winged scepter in her hand, and behind her, the church priests in black robes also raised their palms to the sky and cast a spell together.
A pale white air barrier rose above the army formation, blowing the incoming black spears to the open space on either side, isolating them. Only then did the Clancy army below breathe a sigh of relief. With the reinforcement of soldiers from the rear formation, the line was finally stabilized again.
Seeing this, the dark black-winged warrior in the sky also changed its attack. It turned a corner in the air and swooped down, cutting through the atmosphere and making endless whistling sounds. The sound was like a black cloud descending and falling to the earth.
Faced with this horrifying scene, Loran Hill took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and then suddenly opened them, with a holy blue light blooming in his pupils.
"This body is the temple of purity."
Following this sigh, ripples appeared in the atmosphere like a lake, and the mana in the air suddenly transformed into the magic power of the angel sequence. Waves of faint pure white halos emerged from the atmosphere, like the sky of a sanctuary.
Behind her, the high-ranking silver-eyed monks also clasped their hands together and prayed silently, while pairs of white and broad wings stretched out from behind them.
Afterwards, these high-ranking monks and nuns who looked like angels slowly rose up, and in their hands appeared long cross swords made of light, with white flames burning on the sword bodies.
Then, this group of "angels" rushed upstream from the earth like arrows, slanting straight up into the sky, and collided head-on with the falling black clouds.
The holy brilliant white flame burned on the sword, slashing and burning the ominous wings that invaded the holy realm.
Dense and sharp cold spears shot out, crisscrossing each other, bound to knock the proud figure down from the sky.
The remaining blood splattered, the wings scattered, and the song of glory and death sounded in the sky.
——And now, Baiyu and Heiyi are at a stalemate.
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