After nearly three minutes of silence, the inhabitants of the Angel Kingdom gradually emerged from their fear. However, upon seeing the blonde woman high in the sky again, any inclination for battle had vanished.
When even the full might of an eight-winged angel could not inflict the slightest harm upon her, what was the point of them attacking? It would be no different from seeking death.
At this moment, it wasn't just the subordinates who felt a creeping dread; even Darrt himself had unconsciously taken two steps back.
He was afraid.
The opponent's power far exceeded his expectations.
It had even overturned his understanding of the world.
They were all from the same generation, so why was the gap so vast?
He was, after all, one of the Holy Angel inheritors of the Angel Kingdom, possessing the most monstrous talent and power.
Yet now, he found everything he had prided himself on to be utterly insignificant and laughable. Facing Loria, he felt so powerless.
He was not foolish; on the contrary, he was exceptionally intelligent, which was how he had ascended to the position of God Son.
Precisely because of this, he realized immediately that the enemy before him was no mere British Queen.
Behind her, there must be a much larger force.
"Bar, come back!"
Darrt struggled to control his emotions, his voice extremely low. He tensed every nerve, daring not to let his guard down even for a moment.
Bar's defeat was a foregone conclusion.
Since that was the case, there was no need for futile sacrifices.
Eight-winged angels were considered top-tier combatants within the Angel Kingdom. To send them to their deaths when they knew they were outmatched would be utterly foolish.
Hearing Darrt's command, Bar, whose spirit had been completely eroded by fear, had lost all fighting will and retreated with a pale face. If he hadn't been supported, he might not have been able to stand.
Everything he had just experienced had been a nightmare. He saw no way forward; his cultivation path was thoroughly ruined.
"British Queen, who exactly are you?"
Darrt looked at the holy elf opposite him and said in a deep voice, "Among the eight great super-powers that I know of, I do not recall your existence!"
He gazed at her face, every feature of which was flawless, as if meticulously sculpted by the heavens, making her unforgettable at a single glance.
And the intangible noble aura emanating from her. If he had ever seen or heard of it before, he would not have failed to recognize her.
"Eight great super-powers?"
Loria did not press her attack. She chuckled lightly, "Your Angel Kingdom seems to be one of them. But then..." She cast a pointed look at Darrt and shook her head, "As for you, the God Son of the Angel Kingdom, you are somewhat disappointing."
This was not mockery, but a statement of fact.
However, how Darrt interpreted it was another matter entirely.
"Hahaha! You are powerful, I must admit that. But..." Darrt let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with killing intent, and he said in a low voice, "The Angel Kingdom is not something for you to comment on so casually."
Darrt spread his hand, and a crystal radiating a dark purple glow appeared in his palm. Within the crystal, flames seemed to be dancing.
"This is... the Soul Fire!"
Loria's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she immediately recognized the essence contained within the crystal.
"Oh?"
Seeing that she recognized his possession so quickly, Darrt was surprised yet again. "I didn't expect you to even know about the Soul Fire."
This further convinced him that behind her, there was undoubtedly a massive organization.
One's power could be acquired through innate talent and cultivation. However, knowledge and inheritance were not things an individual could possess on their own.
"What, are you going to call for your sect's experts now that you can't win?"
Loria sneered.
Yet, deep within her beautiful eyes, a bright gleam flashed.
The so-called Soul Fire was essentially a trace of divine soul power stripped from the divine soul of a cultivator at the Xiantian realm or above. It was then nurtured through secret techniques to condense into a Soul Fire that could exist independently.
Once released, the divine soul power contained within the flame could connect with the main body, forming a Dharma Body that possessed a portion of the main body's combat power.
The exact percentage of combat power it could wield depended on the nurturing methods of each sect and school.
Some could achieve as little as twenty to thirty percent, while others could manage forty to fifty percent.
While such a method could serve as a form of protection, the risks were extremely high.
If the divine soul power within the Soul Fire were directly annihilated, it would naturally cause severe damage to the main body's divine soul.
Damage to the divine soul had always been the most dreaded matter for cultivators.
However, compared to direct annihilation, the direct control of divine soul power was even more fatal.
Therefore, no one dared to easily employ the Soul Fire technique unless absolutely necessary.
But judging by the current situation, Darrt seemed determined to go all out, willing to pay any price to capture the woman before him.
Whether it was her person or the value she contained, it was enough to make Darrt act.
"British Queen, let me tell you, my crystal Soul Fire was left behind by a peak ten-winged Holy Angel. Once condensed into a Dharma Body, it can possess forty percent of its master's combat power," Darrt said coldly. "If you willingly surrender, I can promise to spare everyone behind you."
"Willingly surrender? Spare us?"
Upon hearing this, Loria shook her head and chuckled, "If I recall correctly, in the previous two battles, it seemed like you were completely outmatched.
"Now, with a single Soul Fire, you've gained so much confidence. Don't you think that's ridiculous?"
This time, it was blatant mockery, with no attempt to conceal it.
Hearing this, Darrt felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation. As the God Son of the Angel Kingdom, who dared to speak to him like this?
"British Queen, I will make you pay for your arrogance."
Darrt tossed the purple crystal in his palm into the air. Instantly, centered around the crystal, a dim purple flame bloomed.
Following that, the entire sky was swept by a violent energy, and even the moonlight was cast in a dark purple hue.
"Those who offend the Angel Kingdom shall be slain!"
A deep voice boomed from the sky, scattering the layered clouds within a radius of tens of miles. Under the gaze of everyone present, a majestic figure materialized in the air.
Behind it, five pairs of angelic wings, radiating a dark purple glow, unfurled. The terrifying pressure that swept across the heavens made the vast majority of those present feel suffocated.
Upon seeing the Dharma Body appear, Darrt and all the people behind him knelt on one knee, saying respectfully,
"Greetings, Lord Throne Angel!"