Chapter 924: I wouldn't move a finger

The dark haired man grabbed the wings of the young Archangel, pulling them with all might. 

The wings of the Archangel were ripped in half as he screamed in pain. Even though Archangels could heal their wings with time, the pain wasn't something to scoff at. 

Their wings were connected to their souls. Ripping a wing was no different than ripping a part of their divine soul. 

The young Archangel couldn't take the pain anymore and passed out, divine blood dripping down his torn wings. 

"For someone who called me blood dirty, he is quite weak," the dark haired half archangel tossed the torn wings aside. 

He turned around and started leaving. 

Unlike the true Archangels, he was easy to spot since he only had one wing on his left side. 

This was how he was born as half blood. He could not fly like an ordinary archangel, but he didn't care about that.