The tip of the knife slashes across the wall, pulling a series of sparks from top to bottom.

Ivan, who dodged to the side, saw that the knife marks swept by the black mist were instantly covered by a layer of pitch-black ice slag, and he couldn't help but jump in his heart, and turned around and stabbed the silver illusory light sword in his hand into Angel's wings on the other side. This time, as if she didn't feel pain, Angel spread her wings and tore the flesh apart, then turned around and slashed down with a knife in both hands.

Angel's swing of the knife was nothing more than a straight line.

But because of that pitch-black cold flame, each knife carried an eerie and terrifying aura. Ivan raised his sword to block the tip of Angel's scimitar, and retreated sharply with force. Angel's strength was now so strong that he had to avoid it, and she pressed all her monstrous brute force against the scimitar.

Airplanes......

The scimitar made of refining white iron caused a huge shock, if Angel was just an ordinary person, she would definitely let go of the scimitar in her hand now because her wrist could not withstand the reaction force transmitted from the tip of the knife, but Angel only stopped for a moment. The face that appeared to be covered with a silver mask still showed no expression of pain or panic.

Both of her wings were bleeding, but flapping slowly as if she had never been injured. Can't even feel the pain?, Ivan couldn't help but feel his heart pounding, and he couldn't help but think of the girl named Layla he had seen last year. Layla turned into a monster and never recovered.

"Angel, sober me up!" Ivan shouted as he folded his hands on the hilt of his sword, and the silver one-handed sword instantly turned into a broad-bladed broadsword that could be attacked and defended. When Angel slashed at him again with the same movement, he leaned over and completely blocked Angel's slender scimitar with his tilted broadsword, and despite the support of the floor, Ivan was stiffened by Angel's terrible brute force.

The corners of Angel's mouth ......

Actually laughing?

Less than thirty centimeters away, Ivan stared at Angel's face in shock. Black mist crept up her face, turning her otherwise fair and transparent skin into a strange patterned metallic shape. The red eyes of a dead fish did not change in the slightest.

The scimitar slid on the blade and slashed to the ground. Although Angel simply chopped and didn't know how to be flexible, if this stalemate continued, it would be Ivan who would suffer. Angel outpaced him in strength and speed, and he couldn't have been so quick all the time.

What should I do? What can I do to get Angel back to normal?

Aisha presumably had left the hotel.

However, it will take some time to bring Carlo back. Before Carlo can come over, he must find a way to get Angel to stop attacking. Next to the hotel is the treatment center, where John and Mr. Grand.

Ivan took a deep breath and withdrew the mana from his blade, quickly reconcentrating it. When the Sword of Phantom Light took shape again, Angel, who leaned forward, also stood upright.

With a dull thud, Ivan slapped the side of his sword directly on the back of Angel's head, and this time he didn't make the blade sharp, it was basically a heavy blunt sword. Angel's throat gushed with a strange whimper, and she fell headlong to the ground.

Ivan took several steps back and sat down on the nearly collapsed wooden bed.

He gasped for a moment, silently watching the girl lying on the floor with her wings dangling. The black mist resembles the flames of a crematorial corpse, evoking unpleasant associations. He didn't feel relaxed at all, he didn't know why, Angel should have been knocked unconscious, but the aura of the origin magic was still so strong.

Suddenly, Angel's body floated!

She turned her head, her big blood-red eyes lit up amazingly! The black mist that lifted her up in the air seemed to pull the strings of the puppet, as if it was those mist and pure origin magic that were driving Angel's body! Ivan froze for a moment, and then he heard the mournful roar of the air.

Rolling over and rolling off the edge of the bed in a pinch, out of pure survival instinct, Angel's scimitar split her cot in half. The wind howled, and the hardwood, straw, and wool mattresses were torn apart in the violent knife wind. Ivan felt the cold blade of wind fly against his scalp, and he turned his face in horror to meet Angel's horrible red eyes!

Angel's scimitar was raised again.

The black mist also gathered towards the blade quickly, and he couldn't dodge! Even if he could turn over in time to dodge the blade, he would be swept into the black storm and flames. Angel delivered her strongest blow!

Warm blood, splattered on Ivan's face.

Angel's scimitar hung limply at his side, the black mist still aggressive, but it didn't exert the power to tear people apart.

Angel's blank gaze fell on her bleeding wrist, a pitch-black dagger pierced her wrist, the yellow spar lit up faintly, the insect-like membranous wings quietly retracted, and she fell into silence.

In the cold wind, the sound of sharp blades flying by.

With a few pops, Angel's wings all drooped, not because of the pain, but because her joints were pierced by the dagger and could no longer hold up. The gray-black feathers were stained with blood, and even the black mist began to thin. Angel moved her feet step by step, and she turned to face the wreckage of the wall.

The man stood in the cold wind. The cold wind of the night lifted his pitch-black cloak, and his noble black and brown hair was blown into a mess.

“...... Crows?"

Ivan sat up, moved back a distance, and stared blankly at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of the wall. The crow ignored him, his gaze fixed on Angel.

The crow looked as if it had escaped from a fire.

He didn't wear the thick cloak he wore outside, and the black shirt under the cloak was still scorched and scratched, and the side of his face seemed to be bruised, with striking blood marks. His hands were down, his face was blackened with smoke, and he looked very wolfish.

In those emerald green eyes, there was only a sad look left.

Angel suddenly burst into a sharp roar, like an angry beast, she actually pulled out the dagger on her right wrist! The scimitar that had been clenched with both hands was replaced by her right hand, and she stabbed the crow in the left chest.

"No!"

Flying black sparks blocked Ivan's vision, and he yelled desperately at the crow, but he could no longer stop the tragedy that was happening in front of him......

Sharp blades pierced from behind the crow, spurting a piercing red along the blade, staining the plain moonlight. Raven raised her left hand and grabbed Angel's clothes and knelt down on her knees.