Chapter 388: Hurry to the City of Light, Help!"_1

The enemy threw a Mourning Skeleton at you... The Lord of Mourning!?

As Harvey sprang forward like an arrow that had been released from the bow, stepping on air as if it were solid ground, the God of Shadows felt a buzz that overwhelmed his consciousness.

Even if Ange had thrown a Great Angel at him, he wouldn't have been so shocked, the Lord of Mourning, the Lord of Mourning! In the past, the Gods of Light were routed by two Lords of Mourning. Now, fighting it alone, a Lord of Mourning was also thrown out?

Before the God of Shadows could recover, Ange casually threw out a Six-winged Archangel. As soon as the little angel holding the Great Angel's Staff appeared, he excitedly spread his wings, only to be slapped in the head by Ange.

"Ouch?!" The Little Angel let out an angry cry.

"Ouch!" Ange pointed even more angrily at the tens of thousands of Sorrow Angels in the distance.

The Little Angel pouted, waving the Great Angel's Staff, and charged forward with excitement.