Standing atop the ruins, Zhang Hai sensed something and turned around. The wings on his back suddenly retracted as a brilliant, scorching light swept toward him.
"Kill!"
The sword was drawn!
At that moment, a faint, dark shroud materialized out of thin air.
The shroud sealed off the entire battlefield. Night had already fallen, and under the cover of this shroud, no one outside could detect anything amiss.
At the same time, the expressions of the residents who had been kneeling, kowtowing, and even praying fanatically froze. They gradually grew numb, as if hypnotized or robbed of their souls. They stopped praying, stopped kowtowing.
Half a wing was abruptly severed! Qi Heng was incredibly fast, moving like a streak of dark light as he snatched the falling wing from the air.
Like a beast, Zhang Hai felt no pain. He struck out with his palm, and the Light Gauze atomized, instantly blanketing an area dozens of meters wide.
