But in his eyes, there was nothing but dissatisfaction and resentment.
"Hmph, what can I do?"
Zhang Beixing sneered, his wings trembling lightly behind him.
Suddenly, a surging current swept through the entire chamber.
"Of course... to take your lives!"
Before the words fell, Zhang Beixing fiercely shook his wings.
In an instant, countless pure white feathers turned into sharp arrows, whistling out.
The densely packed feather arrows were as fast as lightning.
In the blink of an eye, they shot towards Alexander and Giovanni.
"No!"
The two let out their final roars, their eyes full of despair.
The next moment, countless feather arrows embedded into their bodies.
Blood spurted like a fountain.
It dyed the entire floor of the chamber red.
Alexander and Giovanni didn't even have time to let out a scream.
They fell into a pool of blood, never moving again.
"Hmph, deserved to die!"
Zhang Beixing withdrew the Angel's Wing, coldly glanced at the two corpses.
