"What do you want to do?"
"I..."
The black-robed man opened his mouth, fear intensifying in his eyes.
He had been tacitly permitted a portion of autonomous power, and this almost field-like world suppression was something he had never seen in anyone else.
Except, for the angel he believed in.
In an instant, his faith was almost shaken, and he subconsciously opened his mouth to argue.
The result.
Boom!!
The figure exploded, turning into a mist of blood.
Strands of black mist oozed out, drifting ethereally in the seawater.
Witnessing this scene, Chen Feng's brow slightly furrowed in the black mist before him, perceiving an anomaly in that split second.
"An angel's method, huh..."
The other's self-destruction was not a means of escape but a forceful annihilation by the Evil God's Power.
This bore some uncanny resemblance to Soul Fire.
Once a mark similar to a brand was left, the highest person needed only a thought to easily destroy the entire life of the other party.
