When the eight-winged angel saw the Primordial Thunderous Dragon Pill, he quickly retreated, the arrows chasing after him.
At this moment, Xiao Bing threw dozens of ice arrows at the eight-winged angel.
Ice had already formed under the eight-winged angel's feet, and the ice shot toward the eight-winged angel directly above him.
On one side were fifty arrows, on the other side were dozens of ice arrows, and on the other side was condensed ice.
He could only retreat behind him.
The eight-winged angel sped up and retreated, but Long Yu was already behind him, striking at him with his palm.
He turned around and caught Long Yu's palm with both hands.
Long Yu retreated more than two meters, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Injuries on top of injuries.
Even though he had consumed healing elixirs, his injuries could not have fully recovered in such a short period of time due to the severity of his previous injuries. He had only recovered less than one-sixth of his original strength.
Now that he had taken a blow from the eight-winged angel, his injuries had worsened.
Long Yu's gaze was sinister. Even if his current cultivation was comparable to that of a true god, he could not fight the eight-winged angel head-on.
If not for the special technique he practiced, and the help of Xiao Bing, the Formation Breaking Crossbow, and the Primordial Thunderous Dragon Pill, he would have been injured long ago.
No matter what, he had to kill this eight-winged angel.
After the eight-winged angel received Long Yu's blow, he retreated more than half a meter.
It was this distance that caused him to knock down the fifty arrows, ice arrows, and ice.
His body crashed into the ice, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. His body was gradually covered with a thin layer of ice.
The Primordial Thunderous Dragon Pill also happened to land on the eight-winged angel's chest …
A few rumbling sounds could be heard, accompanied by five small dragons and fresh blood.
The fresh blood was like falling raindrops, splattering everywhere.
Waves of black smoke floated up, obscuring the eight-winged angel's figure.
Even after suffering such severe injuries, the eight-winged angel did not make any sound other than the Light of Extreme Frost, nor did he grunt, as if he could not feel the pain.
Long Yu seized this opportunity and teleported in front of the eight-winged angel, preparing to end his life as soon as possible.
Fung Ya-hsien also grasped this opportunity and condensed the flames of ten phoenixes and phoenixes around her body. She also placed the Gu worms in the flames of the phoenixes and phoenixes.
"Go."
At her command, the flames of the ten or so phoenixes shot toward the eight-winged angel at the speed of light.
Long Yu chopped down with his palm, thinking that he could end the eight-winged angel's life.
However, the Eight-winged Angel sent Long Yu flying with a kick.
The Eight-winged Seraphim had used all of his strength in this kick. When Long Yu was kicked away, he spat out a large mouthful of blood and flew nearly ten meters away.
Fung Ya-hsien watched with bloodshot eyes. She clenched her fists so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard. She wanted nothing more than to skin this eight-winged angel alive and grind his bones to dust.
She wanted to burn this eight-winged angel's soul as well.
Xiao Bing hurriedly transformed into an artifact spirit and instantly appeared behind Long Yu, using all of her strength to catch Long Yu.
The Formation-Breaking Crossbow also transformed into an artifact spirit and caught Long Yu together with Xiao Bing.
The artifact spirit of the Formation-Breaking Crossbow was a man in his twenties. He had delicate features and wore a white shirt.
Because of the inertia and the eight-winged angel's cultivation, Xiao Bing and the Formation-Breaking Crossbow slid a long distance back. She only managed to catch Long Yu with some minor injuries after suffering varying degrees of injuries.
Long Yu took out a few healing elixirs from his interspatial ring and ate them. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had underestimated the eight-winged angel.
"Male Master, you have to pull yourself together."
Xiao Bing was so anxious that cold air kept coming out of her fan. "If you get injured again, my master might develop an inner demon."
As her master's contracted artifact, she could clearly feel her master's anxiety, worry, self-blame, and hatred.
Long Yu nodded and glanced in Fung Ya-hsien's direction. He raised his hand and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He knew that his wife was very worried about him.
The eight-winged angel stood up again. At this time, his entire body was in tatters and his wings were injured.
Three of his right wings were gone, two of his left wings were gone, and the rest were in tatters.
His face, mouth, and clothes were all covered in blood. He was dyed red.
This was the true appearance of an angel from the Main God's Church.
The angels of the Main God's Church were not benevolent. They were bloodthirsty killing machines.
The eight-winged angel was so heavily injured, but his face still had a mechanical benevolent smile. There was no change in his expression, nor was there a trace of pain. It was as if he couldn't feel anything.
He stared at Long Yu. When he was about to attack again, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back a few steps.
After he spat out the blood, he attacked again.
"Light of Extreme Cold."
"Formation Breaking Crossbow."
At Long Yu's call, the Formation Breaking Crossbow immediately returned to his right hand. He shot 30 arrows at the Light of Extreme Cold in succession.
Xiao Bing also shot more than 20 ice arrows at the Light of Extreme Cold.
The two sides collided, creating a huge sound.
The light covered the day, and the assassins couldn't open their eyes.
The eight-winged angel's target was Long Yu. He was also guarding against the sneak attacks of other people or spirit beasts. However, he couldn't defend against the flames of the phoenixes.
Just as he was about to fly toward Long Yu, he suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood and leaned forward.
The flames of the phoenixes smashed into the eight-winged angel's back. The Gu worms in the flames took the opportunity to drill into the eight-winged angel's wounds and gnaw at his flesh.
The flames of the phoenixes were the flames of neither life nor death. They were flames that could burn everything in the world.
Even though Fung Ya-hsien's cultivation was much lower than the eight-winged angel's, she still had the flames of the phoenixes.
Now that the eight-winged angel was heavily injured and the Gu worms were gnawing at his flesh, the eight-winged angel could only slowly be burned to ashes.
The eight-winged angel's body seemed to be spasming. He kept twitching, and his face became distorted. Coupled with that unchanging smile, he looked very terrifying. He was like an ugly evil spirit from hell.
Long Yu could roughly guess who did this because he saw the flames of the phoenixes.
He didn't attack the eight-winged angel again. He knew that the flames of the phoenixes could burn the eight-winged angel.
However, he didn't leave. Just in case, he stayed in place and was vigilant.
The eight-winged angel's body gradually burned. He was like an angel on fire, struggling in the flames.
From the beginning to the end, the eight-winged angel didn't beg for mercy, nor did he make a sound of pain.
Other than the words' Light of Extreme Cold ', he didn't say anything else.