When the ritual gate atop the platform flared with intense light, a suffocating and terrifying surge of power began to stir within the brilliant golden sky.
Fang Li stopped walking, raised his head, and looked toward the sky.
"So, in the end, you chose to rely on Angel's Power..."
Although he had lost all the power within his body, as well as the Remote Control Spirit Garment, and had become a completely ordinary person, the Star of Bethlehem still remained functional. It could still hold open the gate connected to Heaven and stabilize vast quantities of Angel's Power.
Even without his power, with Right Fire's familiarity with the Star of Bethlehem, he could still manipulate this ritual site and draw immense amounts of Angel's Power from Heaven, couldn't he?
Judging by the scale of that suffocating, terrifying power, the Angel's Power borrowed by Right Fire was likely, even by conservative estimates, greater than what Cait Sith had accumulated.
In other words, it was at least the power of an archangel.
If that power descended, let alone this Star of Bethlehem, even the ground itself would be crushed by a disaster-like force. Just as the Bible described the flood that submerged the world, everything would be reduced to zero.
Driven into a corner, Right Fire had, under the influence of fear, done something so irrational for the first time.
However...
"What could that possibly change?"
Fang Li merely gazed quietly at the terrifying power gradually gathering in the sky.
Within his eyes, a pair of rainbow-colored Magic Eyes lit up once more.
"----"
The terrifying power stirring in the sky suddenly froze.
"Crack..."
A cracking sound emerged from the brilliant golden sky, where vast quantities of Angel's Power had gathered.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
As the cracking continued, fissures appeared in the