Murderous intent suddenly flared in the East Emperor's eyes. But before he could strike, a streak of residual golden light tore through the horizon and intercepted him, standing protectively in front of Jiang Fan.
"You cannot kill him. He is under my protection," the woman in the luxurious purple dress snorted daintily.
Jiang Fan stared at the woman and her nine pairs of massive Angel wings, his face full of astonishment.
Was this the same young girl in purple from just a moment ago? How had she taken on the face of a middle-aged woman? And why had she transformed from a One-Winged Great Angel into a Nine-winged Great Angel? Even her previously composed demeanor had become as temperamental as a young girl's. If not for the identical purple attire, he would scarcely believe they were the same person.
Regardless of who she was, at least she was an ally.
The East Emperor's gaze grew sharper. "Do you know who he is? Yet you dare to protect him?"
