Will let out a low cry and swung his giant lance, the silver-white cavalry lance sweeping towards the waist of the Red Angel, sending it flying like a falling leaf. He split the Gun of Punishment into a long gun and handgun, silently slaying his way into the heavenly army. Each swing of the long gun took away hundreds of elite soldiers, and each bullet shattered the skull of an officer. In the boundless scarlet, Will carved a silver path of blood; where he went, the debris of the heavenly army flew up, reminiscent of an ancient warrior sweeping through thousands.
But such a fierce general sank deeper and deeper into the tide. The Red Angel raised the battle flag, killed officers stood up again, and soldiers swept away silently returned. The army from the Divine Mountain was not just endless but also undead. Will's combat had no effect; he hadn't shortened the distance to the Rainbow Winged Lord by a hair.
