The twelve-winged seraphimony that was locked by the attack changed slightly, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

This is an attack from a level 13 strong man! Just a moment is enough to seriously injured him.

However, before the strike fell on him, a sword light fell from the sky and intercepted the halberd with great force on the way.

The sword is as brilliant as the sun, as bright as the sun.

The sword light collided with the long halberd, and instantly burst out with a terrifying energy shock wave, which made the surrounding demon clouds roll violently.

The Qingfeng Demon Lord felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, and his arm was numb by the sword.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

A single attack from the air can have such power, and this person's strength is probably not weaker than himself.

Seeing this, he did not continue to try to save his subordinates, but instead held the long halberd in his hand and looked into the sky.

I saw that the dark clouds in the sky broke through a hole at some point, and the dazzling holy light was shining through the clouds, just like the dawn blooming, carrying endless light.

Just as he looked over, a figure suddenly broke through the cloud and sped towards him with his white wings.

The figure was clenched and deep, holding a silver sword in his hand and wearing a set of silver armor. His whole body was as sharp as a sharp sword that was unscathed, emitting a heart-pounding sharp edge.

Fourteen white wings spread behind him, and the terrifying pressure swept out like a sea of ​​terrifying waves, and the whole sky seemed to be lit by his appearance.

This figure is naturally the commander of the Legion of the Decision Legion, St. Luke.

Qingfeng Demon Lord's pupils suddenly shrank, and his muscles were tensed in an instant, but there was no tension or anxiety on his face. Instead, he instantly ignited a fierce fighting spirit.

"Hahahahaha~ OK~ OK!" He couldn't help laughing, "I didn't expect that among you, the indigenous people, there were strong people like you. Very good! I can finally fight to the fullest today!"

"Ha~ is that right?" St. Luke sneered, "You don't think I'm only one, right?"

"What?"

The Qingfeng Demon Lord's heart condensed and suddenly became alert.

However, before he could take action, a golden and brilliant door suddenly opened in the sky, and a figure took a step forward.

He was wearing a white robe and holding a scepter surrounded by holy light in his hand. His blonde hair shone brightly in the holy light, looking young and handsome.

However, those dark blue eyes were as quiet and deep as the lake surface, with indescribable vicissitudes.

This figure is St. John Nassader, who was once the Pope of the Light Plane, and is now the commander of the Saint-God Legion.

It turned out that as early as when St. Luke had just received the news, he had contacted St. John, who was far away in the Kingdom of God, and St. John was ready to support him at any time.

After seeing the Qingfeng Demon Lord, Saint Luke thought that his strength and Qingfeng Demon Lord were still equal, and it was extremely difficult to decide the outcome. The stalemate of the battle was too long, which led to the devastating creatures in the Chenhui plane. The population that had finally reproduced sharply decreased again, so he immediately sent a signal to St. John.

St. John, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately opened the door to heaven and rushed over.
Chapter completed!