One second, two seconds, three seconds... It wasn't until the fifth second that the Sheng Yao messenger faintly woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the situation in front of him. Without thinking, Jing waved his arm towards Ling Chen, regardless of the big knife on his neck.

Split out.

Ling Chen suddenly came closer and shouted: "How dare you backhand, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

The Sheng Yao envoy showed no reaction. After jumping up from the ground, he swung his sword towards Ling Chen.

Ling Chen tried to dodge six or seven swords in a row, but he couldn't bear it anymore and slashed out the pilgrim's head with a sharp sword.

With a crisp sound, the Holy Angel's HP suddenly dropped to just over 3,000 points. With Ling Chen's current attack power, even if the critical attack was not doubled, it would still be enough to kill the Holy Angel with a thousand swords.

Once again, he placed the tip of the broadsword against Sheng Yao's neck, and Ling Chen waited patiently for Sheng Yao to wake up.

The result was once again beyond Ling Chen's expectation. Knowing that he only had three or four thousand health points left, which was not enough for Ling Chen to strike with his sword, Sheng Yao envoy Jing swung his sword at him again after seeing the situation clearly.

Ling Chen had no choice but to draw his knife to avoid killing the Sheng Yao envoy instantly.

After dodging more than twenty cuts in a row, using all means of coercion and inducement, Ling Chen was finally at his wits end when the Divine Punishment Group was about to arrive from behind. He finally discovered that the eyes of the Holy Angel were extremely empty.

Not a single emotion arose at all.
Chapter completed!