C976 Yellow Springs Smoke Bullet

The employee holding the Holy Shield stood up, and the white radiance emitted by the Holy Shield enveloped him, healing the wounds on his body.

The net manager, bathed in holy light, looked like a tiny sun.

Looking at the Elementary Zero that was sent flying, the employee spat with bloodstains, "Although you claim to be a Wingless Angel, in essence, you are still a fallen Fallen Angel