Lin Qiye took a stroll in the clouds. Then, he landed on the city tower.
Behind him, the purple wings that flashed with lightning and thunder disappeared instantly.
Ji Qinghuan's eyes shone. "Is it powerful?"
Lin Qiye nodded with a smile.
"Yes. With the wings, it's much easier to kill the Divine Tiger Clan's Sacred Lord. When we go back, we have to thank Qin Xingtong!"
Lin Qiye was quite happy.
"There are still some Angel's Wings left. Give them to the Divine Generals and the top performers."
As he spoke, Lin Qiye summoned 20 Divine Generals and100 vanguards, 100 middle troops, and 200 soldiers under them.
He injected them with Angel's Wings.
The generals who received the wings were all excited.
"If the entire army can inject this transfection reagent, we will win without a doubt!"
"Haha, aren't we also able to win now?"
The generals' voices were energetic and full of confidence.