The radiance filling the sky and earth slowly drew in, finally vanishing into the dim buildings around them.
Yet even so, the faint light that escaped still illuminated everything around them, bathing the entire world in radiance.
A blurry purple figure stood at the edge of the radiant buildings. He tried to break through the surrounding light, but only felt an invisible pair of hands pulling at him. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free of the restraint.
Even so, under the pull of that tremendous force, he still "moved" his "steps."
This was merely a mental space. Distance had no meaning here; if he wished, he could leave this area in an instant.
He knew very well that He Ao's consciousness was unstable. Whatever method He Ao had used to stabilize his "humanity," this was its most vulnerable moment.
Judging from He Ao's condition, those "anchors" could not possibly be very secure either.
And he was not driven by his own will alone.
It was not as though He Ao could completely advance to become an Angel merely by stabilizing his humanity.
This had never been a normal "advancement."
The immense power He Ao was trying to fuse with was not "ownerless."
This spreading deep sea, this surging contamination, and this Angel-level power were originally his power.
The power he could control was still far greater than He Ao's. He only needed to mobilize that power and keep striking at He Ao.
The external power He Ao could draw upon had long since been cut off by him as well.
As long as he tore apart the fateful connection between He Ao and those anchors, the outcome would still return to the path he had laid out.
The fate he had "arranged" had never gone