The violet-black Sun transformed into an immeasurably gigantic fireball—falling downwards!
"Is that...a meteor?"
Yulia murmured.
A massive fireball with a radius of dozens of kilometers, its destructive power undoubtedly surpassing last night's meteor impact!
Yet this apocalypse fire was much faster than a meteor—it didn't come from beyond the sky, but directly gathered from the heavens, descending instantly!
However, just at that moment.
Saint John suddenly seemed to age significantly, her life essence weakening greatly.
No prayers, no chants, no rituals—
A gigantic skinned giant riding a sacred white lion, clad in radiant red armor, was summoned by her in an instant—
The giant was entirely skinless, and the armor was as scorching as a branding iron, each of its muscles emitted wispy white smoke. Yet, in the face of such agony, the giant remained silent and solemn. It was in the angel envoy state, its body was half spiritual body, half corporeal.
