As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
Even the Goddess of Cool Summer, who had previously held a disdainful attitude towards the "foolish Angel," shook her head slightly and sighed softly: "It's truly a pity."
Indeed, it's a pity.
The mortals might still be hoping for a miracle.
But the gods had already concluded.
Even though the pure white Angel wielded a Divine Artifact and possessed a fearless will, the vast gap between enemy and ally remained insurmountable.
The outcome remains unchanged.
The battle in the black mist did not last long.
When the final clash and roar ceased, a figure fell from the black mist.
Swoosh—
The pure white Angel fell from the sky.
When the Angel fell from the black mist and appeared before the world again, he had already turned into something entirely different.
The pure white Angel, tainted with crimson blood.
