Bradly's smile widened into something cruel and coiled as he felt the satisfying crunch of bone beneath his fist. The Neo-Demon's chest caved slightly, and the sound of cracking ribs filled the air. Victory tasted near—until his expression froze.
Before Cain's body could be hurled away, his right hand shot upward, two fingers extended. They pressed lightly against the space between Bradly's brows.
A flash of golden light. A weightless touch.
And then terror flared in the Neo-Angel's eyes.
He knew that technique.
Inside his divine body, his life force and soul essence diverged from their natural paths — one flowing upward, the other downward. The two currents crossed violently, clashing with catastrophic force.
Cain was thrown backward, blood spilling from his mouth, but even through the pain, a grim smile tugged at his lips.
