Chapter 49: Danger in Heaven, Save the Situation
Above the sky, the black crack was like a giant beast that was ready to devour its prey, greedily opening its huge mouth. Bottomless darkness poured out from it, staining the originally holy sky like sticky ink.
The thick dark atmosphere was like a real tide, impacting everyone's senses wave after wave, causing palpitations.
Feng Ziang narrowed his eyes, feeling a familiar tyrannical force awakening. He tightly grasped the divine sword in his hand, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, scanning the strange phenomenon in front of him that could overturn the world.
Michael stood beside him, his golden eyes flashing with unprecedented solemnity, and the holy sword in his hand hummed, as if responding to the rage in his master's heart.
The angels in heaven had solemn expressions, as if they were facing a powerful enemy.
An invisible sense of oppression enveloped the entire heaven. The peaceful and tranquil atmosphere disappeared, replaced by boundless tension and murderous aura.
Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from the dark rifts, and countless black shadows swarmed out like locusts, covering the sky and the sun.
Lucifer's figure slowly emerged. He was wearing a black robe, with long black hair flying freely in the wind. His evil smile was filled with endless arrogance, and his red pupils reflected the scenes of heaven, as if he was examining his prey.
Behind him was a dense army of demons. Their ferocious faces and sharp claws all showed their bloodthirstiness and madness.
"Little ones from heaven, the master is coming!" Azazel's hoarse voice resounded through the sky. He rode a giant beast that spewed flames, wielded a huge sickle, and rushed towards the defenses of heaven first.
Wherever he passed, the space was slightly distorted, which was enough to show the terrifying power.
Uriel stood at the forefront of the defenses, his face was ashen, and holy light and darkness intertwined, forming a gorgeous yet murderous picture in the air.
The demons' attack came like a violent storm, and the angels in heaven tried their best to resist. However, Azazel's vanguard was too powerful. He was like a sharp knife, piercing into the defense line of heaven. Wherever he passed, angels fell one after another, and their blood dyed the white clouds red.
The flames of war, the sounds of shouting, the clashing of weapons, and the roars of demons intertwined together, making one's scalp tingle.
Feng Ziang saw Azazel wreaking havoc like a wolf among a flock of sheep, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
He leaped forward, rushed towards the enemy camp first, and shouted loudly: "Brothers! Follow me!" He swung the sword, and demons fell to the ground wherever the sword flashed. He was like a sharp sword, piercing directly into the heart of the enemy.
Michael followed closely behind, with holy light swirling around him like a dazzling sun. Wherever he passed, darkness was dispelled and demons were purified.
He fought side by side with Feng Ziang, working in perfect harmony, like a pair of invincible war gods.
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