The magic wand was struggling non-stop in Davis's hands.

It wanted to fly out of Davis's hands and absorb blood as well as lifeforce.

When the priest saw that his magic staff was held by Davis and did not struggle out, he knew that Davis had concealed his real strength.

The priest did not dare to speak out and could only look at Davis with hatred.

His eyes were filled with anger.

Davis naturally knew that the priest was looking at him, but when he turned his head, the priest averted his gaze.

Davis's patience had run out. He rolled his eyes and revealed a wicked smile.

"Do you want it? If you want it, I'll give it to you."

After saying that, he threw the magic staff in his hand over.

Seeing the wand flying toward him, the priest's face showed a trace of ecstasy.

He thought, you asked for it!

When I get the wand, I'll kill all of you!

Just as he reached out to catch the wand, the wand suddenly accelerated.

"Puff."

The priest looked down and saw a big hole in his chest.

It turned out that the magic wand had cast an accelerated divine spell when in Davis's hand. The activation came all of a sudden when it was close to him.

The wand directly pierced through the priest's chest.

"Hehe."

The priest looked at the big hole in his chest and fell down resentfully.

After the magic wand absorbed the priest's life, its momentum did not decrease and suddenly flew in the direction of the unconscious angels.

It wanted more blood and life force.

At this moment, Fiona saw that her companion was in danger and finally woke up from her thoughts.

She raised her hand and swung her sword, trying to stop the magic wand.

Clang.

The magic staff and the bronze longsword collided with each other, producing a sound that left one feeling toothache. Fiona's power was instantly dispelled.

Fiona felt a tremendous force coming from her wrist, and her longsword then fell out of her hand.

She was also very surprised. The power of that sword was too great!

Seeing Fiona's situation, Davis also raised his wings and sprinted.

He cast a Divine Protection on the wand. At this point, Davis had already upgraded his first divine spell to the third level, and was therefore very adept when dealing with dark powers.

A golden pillar of light condensed from his hand and shot towards the top of the wand.

In an instant, it covered the wand and suppressed it to the ground, unable to move.

"Dang dang dang..."

The wand that was suppressed to the ground was still struggling, in an attempt to escape the pillar of light. However, Davis's Divine Protection was very strong, holding it firmly to the ground.

Due to the overflowing energy, it had a strong effect on the soul.

The soul of the priest suddenly emerged from its body.

"Am I not dead? Why have I come out again?"

He suddenly thought of something and looked at Davis with hatred. Davis was still casting the Divine Protection.

Although Davis's Divine Protection had condensed his soul, he did not forget that it was Davis who had killed him.

He looked at Davis and hid far away. The resentment in his heart was extremely great, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

The priest's soul roared resentfully at Davis, "The sword soul in the magic staff has absorbed soul energy in this ancient battlefield for many years, not to mention the murderous aura that has been accumulated for many years as well as the demonic aura of the abyss that has been brewing in the Fallen Devils Valley for so long!

"I have already spent three thousand years in order to fuse the sword soul into my magic wand. An entire three thousand years! I've even fused some of the ultimate treasures of the Abyss in this sword soul, making it even more untamed.

"Are you still going to tame it? Keep dreaming! The best time to tame this sword has already passed. No one can tame it. It's useless! Hahaha!"

Hearing the priest's words, Davis smiled faintly and said, "You're telling me there's no way to subdue it? Watch carefully then!"

After saying that, he began to increase the strength of his hand. The holy light was blinding to the extreme.

Although the magic wand had been suppressed to the point of no movement, there were still no signs of subjugating the sword soul in that magic wand.

The sword soul was indeed very powerful!

In order to make Davis angry, the priest deliberately explained the origin of this sword soul from one side.

"According to legend, this was left behind when an extremely powerful war angel saint died in the great war between gods and demons. It is said that he or she was at least a seraph at that time!"

When they heard the priest's words, Davis and Fiona's expressions changed, especially Fiona's face, which was full of disbelief.

A war angel saint? Could it have something to do with Fiona's previous life?

The priest's soul continued introducing it proudly. "That is why this magic wand is a very powerful existence, whether it's the wand itself or the sword soul within! With your level, you shouldn't even think about conquering a sword soul of this level without any assistance. It's impossible!"

At this moment, Fiona's eyes lit up and she walked straight over.

Her eyes lit up and she stared straight at the person in front of her. "I can help you. Let's suppress this demonic sword together."

Davis heard Fiona's words and his heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, 'As expected! This sword soul must have something to do with Fiona's previous life!'

When the priest's soul saw that Fiona was going to give it a try, he said disdainfully, "Not even a virtue angel or a power angel can subdue it without any help, let alone a principality like you."

In the end, Fiona gently waved her hand at one of the wands.

There was an immediate reaction and a weak holy light was emitted.

The sword soul in the wand responded to Fiona's call!

The scene stunned the priest.

How could it be possible? He had spent three thousand years with it and never got a reaction at all. How could that principality suddenly draw out a reaction with a wave of her hand?

Fiona said calmly, "This sword soul belongs to the sword in my hand. I am the war anel saint that you mentioned!"

The priest was also stunned when he heard her words.

"You, you, you, it's You?! You were the seraph that perished that year?"

The war between gods and demons happened many times, and bloodshed was inevitable in the war. Far too many people had died.

However, there were some traces left behind by Fiona's previous life, and it was enough to demonstrate how powerful she actually was back then.

Fiona's strength was so great that she could rise above all and become a prominent part of the great war which happened so many eras ago.