"Release your grip!"
The Archangel roared angrily.
However, Jiang Lu's Hand of the Evil God was also not to be underestimated.
Its characteristic of ignoring defenses meant that it inflicted true damage that reached the depths of the Archangel's soul.
The Archangel tried to resist, her wings instantly covered in a layer of crimson-gold flames, fanning towards Jiang Lu.
But before the scorching wind even reached Jiang Lu, he struck hard, and under the intense, will-destroying pain, the Archangel's wings trembled, and the wave of flames lost control and dissipated.
In front of Jiang Lu, she had no power to resist!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Jiang Lu looked down with pity at the Archangel, who was half a head shorter than him, and said to her twisted, humiliated, and disgusted face, "How about you give me another smile?"
It was only then that the Archangel realized that she had capsized in the gutter, and she said hatefully: