The closer he got to the black wings, the faster the golden light was extinguished.
During this process, Ning Fan had to endure the pain in his palm, feeling as though he was holding a burning branding iron.
The wings of light formed by black Holy Power were tangibly grasped by Ning Fan.
Noticing the anomaly in his back, Hilde exclaimed in panic, "Sinner, how dare you desecrate the divine body!"
"Divine body my ass. Watch me rip off your bird wings."
Ning Fan exerted force with both hands, his arm muscles bulging high, pulling at the wings viciously as if uprooting grass.
Hilde shrieked miserably, "No…"
In the secret records of the Holy Temple, angels were creatures created by the Holy Lord.
They possess the most intricate body structure, the most skillful combat techniques, and the most sensitive battle intuition...
In short, they are perfect creatures born for battle.
The power of the angel largely comes from the wings on the back,
