How could the Wrath Angel possibly know that Qin Feng and Isabelle had both advanced significantly, and that the scene of being driven into a panic and fleeing everywhere after being attacked by the Death Angel was already a thing of the past? He began to regret it—had he known this earlier, he should have accepted the Death Angel’s proposal to unite against the common threat, and at least shared in the credit. Now, it was too late. He reminded himself to stay fully focused and committed to the fight, for these two adversaries truly were formidable. Qin Feng and Isabella exchanged a glance. While individually, they might not have been able to match the Wrath Angel in one-on-one combat, their deep synergy would undoubtedly give them a decisive advantage when working together. Tink— Breath— Thud— All three fought with full commitment, employing relentless, all-out strategies. As time passed, the Wrath Angel gradually regained some momentum, though still remained under pressure, suffering a series of consecutive setbacks. It wasn't sustainable. He clenched his teeth, determined to launch a risky maneuver—willing to sacrifice eight hundred of his own forces for every thousand he inflicted on the enemy, rather than keep enduring relentless attacks. Suddenly, he pivoted, shifting his assault directly toward Qin Feng. Two massive black membranous wings swept toward him. Qin, the young lord, was startled. As the saying goes, "Once bitten by a snake, one fears the well rope for ten years." He had been injured by the wings of the Death Angel last time, and now, seeing the same threat again, he instinctively darted to the side. Only halfway through the maneuver did his mind calm down, whereupon he muttered under his breath, "Foolish fear—what's the worst? I can take another wound, and I won't lose my life. I won't retreat!" While simultaneously directing his flying swords to strike at the enemy's back, he extended both hands. Thud... thud... He successfully grasped the skeletal ends of the two wings, his wrists nearly shattered by the force. The Fury Angel pressed harder, hurling him toward the ground. Both bodies plunged straight downward with great speed, while the flying sword approached at nearly a right angle, precisely piercing the raging angel's right shoulder. Before the angel could cry out, Isabella arrived, stepping firmly onto the hilt of the sword with one foot, driving the entire blade completely through the angel's body. The sword blade, measuring over eighty centimeters in length, fully embedded itself—though it didn't reach the angel's internal organs, it would surely have been enough to send him reeling. Yet this was not the end. The elegant instructor spun around, drawing her dagger across the enemy's throat. The raging angel swiftly arched his head back and then launched himself backward, narrowly escaping the blow. As for Qin, the young lord, he also avoided being buried in the ground. After landing on his feet, he took several steps backward before steadying himself. "Little Feng, are you all right? Any injuries?" Isabella asked. "I'm fine, thank you," he replied, taking a deep breath. The furious angel also chose to settle on his feet, tossed aside a fork, reached back, drew out his flying sword, and drove it firmly into the ground. Shh... The sword rose again, launching a fresh assault. Isabella dove from the sky, her body straightening into a graceful line. Yet neither the furious angel nor Qin Feng had time to appreciate the beauty. Thud... He was sent flying by a punch from the beautiful instructor, and a cut across his abdomen spilled a white fluid—signs of poisoning. "Shasha, then it's settled—we'll take his life!" Qin, the young noble, charged in as well. The three engaged in a fierce, dynamic struggle. The furious angel, who had managed to regain some momentum, quickly lost it amid the relentless attacks from the two. Seeing the situation deteriorating, he created a gap in the defense and turned to flee, swiftly flapping his membranous wings, his speed increasing with every beat. The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously said, "After him!" "Since they've gained the upper hand, how could they possibly let the enemy escape? Qin Feng stepped on his flying sword, while Isabella unfurled her pale blue membrane wings, and the two advanced side by side, pursuing the retreating foe. Due to differences in their physical compositions, the beautiful instructor's transformed form—both in her wings and her skin—emitted a subtle blue hue, unlike the raging angel whose wings were entirely black and gray. Yet the distance between them kept growing, vividly showcasing the raging angel's superior rank. In other words, they might not be able to win in battle, but they were absolutely safe in fleeing. After all, when it came to individual strength, neither Qin Feng nor Isabella could match the other. While they could combine forces during combat, how could they coordinate their efforts in flight? They could only watch helplessly as the other grew ever more distant, with no means of intervention. "Well, what a golden opportunity—we've just missed it!" Qin Dashi's intestines were nearly turning blue with regret. This time, he simply couldn't make it work—next time, when he met the opponent face to face, they'd surely be better prepared, and it would be even harder to defeat him. The beautiful instructor remained calm and smiled gently, saying, "It's really no use—when they can't even hold their own, what would be more tragic than if they couldn't escape? I think you should understand, after all—you're a master of escape yourself, aren't you?" Qin Dashi looked embarrassed, huffed, "My reason for fleeing is simply that I always challenge opponents who are stronger than me—how hard can that be?" "Very well, you've made your point," the beautiful instructor said, giving him a withering glance, then asked with a slight sniff, "So what now? The Thunderous Fury must now be a nervous, overcautious player—after such a major setback. Unless we find him, he won't even come forward to challenge us!" "He shrugged and said, 'Can't find him. If we can't locate him, at least find the Death Angel—Sasha, have you finally figured out how many of these self-proclaimed angels with thick skins there are?' She replied, 'Basically, I've identified four—all under King Ferrel's command: the Death Angel, the Fury Angel, the Thunder Angel, and the Wrath Angel. All four are strong, capable of standing on their own.' 'Well, now, those names are quite impressive,' he said with a dismissive tone. This time, the beautiful instructor shrugged and added, 'It's just that the American bloodline isn't large. As the saying goes, "When there's no tiger in the mountain, the monkeys claim to be the king." If this were in Europe, they'd never dare to boast such names—no matter how indifferent the other bloodlines, the Holy Church wouldn't allow it.' 'Well, then, let's go find Gensens. That man is simply too wealthy. I just can't feel comfortable unless I squeeze him a bit.'" "He mumbled and then turned to fly in another direction. The beautiful instructor smiled and asked, 'How do you plan to handle him? He's one of your future-in-law-in-law, after all. Can you really bear to do that to him?' 'Why not?' he replied, turning back. 'Other methods won't work—after all, all the money he earns will eventually go to my wife, Po Po. So I can't go too far. I'm going to starve him out, starting right now!' 'Hmm,' the beautiful instructor was stunned, thinking—how astonishingly hungry must you be, to starve out a world-renowned billionaire!"