"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"
Three beams of white light shot out from the depths of space again, moving extremely fast, leaving trails of white arcs in the space.
The power fluctuations contained within each arc were enough to tear this small space apart.
But just as the three arcs were about to reach Jia Zhenjing, they were all casually slapped into powder by a tall and majestic figure.
The apparition standing in front of Jia Zhenjing and his companions was the image of the Holy War Angel from years past!
"It's him! How is this possible!"
"Wasn't he already dead? Could it be that he's been lurking in the Dark Prison all along?"
The Clown King and the Clay King were so frightened they wet themselves.
They involuntarily backed away, frightened by his shadow.
"Holy War, are you still alive?"
Jia Zhenjing was in tears, rushing forward but was repelled by a faint force.
"He's not Holy War!"
