The dark-green energy sphere, carrying the resentment of nearly a thousand devoured players, slammed heavily into Leon.
There was no earth-shaking explosion as expected, only an earsplitting sizzling sound, as though strong acid had been splashed onto iron.
The filthy energy did not explode. Instead, like a lump of sticky, rotten mud, it clung tightly to the Flame Armor covering Leon's body, writhing madly as it tried to seep inward.
Countless pained, distorted faces rose and sank within the dark-green energy, letting out silent screams. They were the envy and unwillingness of every player Jackson had devoured.
They transformed into the most vicious fangs, gnawing at that layer of holy white light, trying to pollute and defile it, dragging it into the same Abyss as themselves.
Within the Court of Sin Punishment, all the players who had pledged allegiance held their breath, their hearts nearly leaping out of their throats.
"Le... Holy Spirit, can he hold it back?" a young player asked, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the pure white light surrounding Leon actually flickered under the corrosion of the dark-green energy. Its radiance seemed to dim for an instant.
"Hahaha! Did you see that?!" Jackson's wild laughter echoed across the battlefield, shrill and arrogant. "Even a puppet of the gods can be corrupted! Swallow him! Devour his light!"
But his laughter abruptly stopped the next second.
The dimming of the light had lasted only an instant.
The pure-white flames not only resisted the pressure—they began to fight back.
From the core of their contact, holy white light suddenly erupted. Its brightness rose severalfold in an instant, transforming from a gentle halo into a blazing sun bright enough to scorch the retinas.
The sizzling sound reversed.
It was no longer filth corroding Divinity. Instead, Divinity was purifying