In the martial grounds, Liu Chen lay on the ground, his fate uncertain.
Elizabeth lay on the stage, her body having turned pure white. Not only that, a faint white light seemed to begin emanating.
Edward was far away and did not see, otherwise he would surely be shocked.
After all, years ago, Elizabeth's mother was taken away in an instant.
Above Elizabeth's head, less than ten meters away, the Angel was tightly bound by the Holy Whip Technique of more than a dozen red-robed bishops.
This spell alone nearly killed Liu Chen in just three strikes, and the number encasing the Angel was no less than a hundred.
Moreover, this peculiar positioning, along with their swinging light whips, formed a magic-sealing formation, amplifying the power of each whip several times over.
But soon, the red-robed bishops felt something was amiss.
The Angel reached out his palm, directly tearing at the dense light whips on him, remotely squeezing one of the red-robed bishops.
