"What are you thinking about? You can't afford to be distracted now!"
With a mocking voice, Fu Qian's steps lightly shifted, dodging a milky white beam of light that descended from the sky.
The beam struck the feathers beneath his feet, eroding away a deep pit along with the stone slabs underneath. It also scorched a large area around the pit.
If he remembered correctly, that mummified corpse had launched a similar attack before in an attempt to stop him from killing.
And at this very moment, the light beam came from Ji Yicheng, who had returned as the Dragon King.
His wings spread behind him, now even whiter than before; every inch of skin gleamed, quickly focusing another beam of light—of course, still easily dodged by Fu Qian.
But now, Angel Ji kept rising, his head almost touching the ceiling. Combined with the constantly gathering beams of light, the effect was quite like that of an orbital cannon.
With just a little attention, he was in an invincible position.