Then the figure of the Twelve-Winged Angel began to gradually fade, and her last words echoed in the space:
[Remember, the true essence of protection often requires insight at the brink of life and death. The trial begins now!]
As her voice fell, the Fire of Destruction seemed to be infused with life, surging towards the center with an unprecedentedly ferocious momentum!
Heat waves washed over them, and the scent of death instantly enveloped every person.
At this moment, Leah held tightly to the Guardian Feather, which radiated a gentle glow, yet her heart was like the storm-swept sea, turbulent and difficult to calm.
As a Totem Level powerhouse, she understood better than anyone the preciousness and hard-earned nature of life.
Acquired through battles amidst countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, teetering at the edge of life and death countless times, it was the power and status she had fought so hard for.
