"Is this all your strength? And yet..."
Mid-sentence, Michael's voice abruptly paused.
He slightly tilted his head back, looking at the two women opposite him with an expression of absolute contempt.
The aura around him suddenly burst forth, sweeping across towards the two women.
Though he was clearly an angel, for a moment, the violent look in his eyes resembled more of a sinister, all-consuming Dark Monarch!
Yang Yan frowned slightly, then a barely noticeable cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Indeed, the difference between an angel and a devil is merely a thought away!
Just then, Michael's voice rang out again:
"With such insignificant strength, you dare to jump in front of me and stop me! How ridiculous!"
As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, eyes alight with arrogance and momentum.
Pale fingertips traced circles on his pointed chin, eyes narrowed as he looked at the two women.
He seemed to be contemplating something amusing or entertaining.
