The wisp of black smoke drifting from the "white hole" finally transformed into the phantom of a Western-looking man.
This phantom wore a black outfit, appearing tattered and worn. And behind him, a pair of black wings folded on his back.
"A two-winged angel?" Ye Haochuan couldn't help but furrow his brows tightly.
Angels were not something new to him. The last time in the White Court Origin Realm, the one summoned by the Holy See had four wings.
And it was this four-winged angel's divine descent that fundamentally overturned the initially intense war. Its strength was unimaginable.
The two-winged angel before him was different from the previous angel's white wings, but black ones, presumably the fallen angel spoken of by Westerners. The Dark Church's reverence for fallen angels was understandable.
