In an instant, the long arrow pierced through the heavens, piercing the blurry, twisted figure above the sky.
Then, terrifying twisted power erupted from the arrow, releasing a dreadful pressure.
At that moment, Elodie finally managed to suppress the madness within her. She lowered her head and looked down at He Ao below.
She parted her lips slightly and roared hoarsely, "Your choice will only lead to death!"
Then, in the next instant, her body abruptly contracted and collapsed inward before the long arrow's power could fully erupt, vanishing completely. At the same time, the woman in leather boots standing in the corner had not even had time to speak before surging flames engulfed her body.
He Ao watched the surrounding void tremble, watching the direction in which that graceful figure had vanished.
In that brief instant, he had placed a Hyper-memory mark upon Elodie's soul.
Yet now, the mark had not been recovered.
Under normal circumstances, once a marked target died—whether by accident or by becoming a sacrifice offered to a god—the mark would automatically be recycled.
Because the mark was part of He Ao's soul, he would also feel a certain degree of feedback if it were destroyed.
But he had not felt the mark being destroyed, either.
In most cases, this could only mean one thing: the target had not completely died.
Yet in He Ao's perception just now, Elodie's body had been utterly destroyed.
Some kind of avatar? An Angel-class avatar? Or some unusual method of dying in another's place?
It seemed angels from the Copy World were not so easy to kill.
Especially Old Men like this who had lived for centuries.
When He Ao had dealt with Angel-class enemies from the Copy World before, he had more or less borrowed a little divine power.