The heavens lost their color, and the sun and moon lost their light.
Fierce winds raged, lightning flashed, and thunder roared.
Under the vast sky, within the gaze of countless beings, the Fallen Angel and Zhang Beixing stood face to face.
One white, one black; one divine, one demonic.
On their bodies emanated completely opposite auras, a showdown between light and darkness, good and evil, was poised to erupt.
"Monster, meet your death!"
Zhang Beixing's voice was like a mighty bell, standing proudly.
His eyes were ablaze, shooting out sharp glimmers.
From head to toe, he exuded unparalleled confidence and strength.
It was the aura of a strong one, overlooking all beneath, gazing down upon living beings.
The Fallen Angel, seeing this, let out an angry roar.
The sound was as if it came from the abyss of hell, full of despair and fear.
Its pitch-black wings suddenly spread wide.
In an instant, the heavens darkened, the sun and moon lost their light.
