The Mourning of The Holy City
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Shlick!
Shalitha's head was finally separated from his body. Mo Fan picked up his head like a melon from a farm. He looked at it and thought there was nothing special about it. He then casually flung it to the side.
Shalitha's body twitched.
Mo Fan crouched down by the side. He observed the body for a while in case the archangel had any supernatural abilities that would have allowed him to be resurrected from the dead.
It was only after Mo Fan confirmed that Shalitha was truly dead that he left in satisfaction.
Mo Fan walked to Lingling. He noticed that her hands had turned purple as a result of frostbite.
He took her hands into his. A gush of gentleness and warmth spread and gradually removed the chill in her body.
Lingling looked pale. It took a few minutes before her cheeks turned pinkish again.
Mo Fan's heart was full of conflicting emotions as he looked at Lingling.