Wang Jian's Celebratory Banquet and Sinister Intentions

"Nice job stirring up quite the turbulence with your use of large scale Spatial Element, Jiang Chen," Angel Eleanor quipped with a sly smile, her celestial presence bearing an air of confidence.

Across the shifting sands, Angel Abigail's words followed, each syllable dripping with an eerie calmness. "Indeed, it's quite convenient that you've assembled your little army in one place. It saves us the trouble of hunting each of you down individually."

Her statement was punctuated by a subtle yet profound action—an artifact activated, manifesting a faint, golden-hued cubic barrier around the Angels. To the untrained eye, it might have seemed insignificant, a mere play of light. Yet, only Jiang Chen possessed the senses to discern the true potency residing within this barrier.