The Purifying Angel nearly spat out old blood.
Dignified? What a joke! You call three against one dignified?
Right from the start, Wen Wen never intended to fight the Purifying Angel fairly.
With time fleeting, why fight one-on-one when you can use numbers to your advantage?
The Purifying Angel was an experienced True-order Master; with Wen Wen's strength, taking him down wouldn't be easy, maybe even impossible.
And now, due to the Cup of Divine Blood, everyone's positions were already exposed.
If Wen Wen couldn't quickly deal with the Purifying Angel, that guy called Hosta, who had a Holy Beast, would definitely come looking.
By then, Wen Wen would be the one being outnumbered.
"Do you think your numbers can scare me?" the Purifying Angel sneered. "Angels are a genuine combat race; pressure and adversity only make me stronger!"
His six arms moved simultaneously, each unleashing a powerful attack.
