Mo Fan was a demon. He was a Wicked God. He was also a divine phoenix that rose from the ashes!
He looked up to see the Archangel Shalitha. Mo Fan's eyes looked as if they were a sea fire that could even engulf the Great Wall of China as he approached Shalitha.
"Your era is over! Seven archangels in charge of maintaining the order of humanity, huh? Let me take your place. Shalitha, you don't deserve that position at all!"
At that moment, the true demonic Wicked God finally descended. The Sacred Totem Beast's soul was awakened inside the Wicked God's body!
It was the world's most powerful fire. It was capable of reducing the corrupted conquerors to ashes!
Mo Fan made a leap. His Sacred Feathers faced down in the sky. When he spread his wings, fire swept across the sky. He lunged at the lifeless Palace of Death.