Angel (6)

"Who are you?" Maddy finally came to his senses, gripping the longbow in his hand tightly, his voice trembling slightly.

Ang did not answer. He merely gave him an indifferent glance, as though he did not care whether Maddy had seen through his disguise.

He knew Maddy would not act rashly.

At this moment, they were the only two living people left. Hostility would only bring about faster destruction.

He turned and walked toward Heidni, who had been reduced to charred remains.

This man had long since lost all signs of life. His limbs were stiff, his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, and in his final moment, he had still been begging Maddy for help.

Ang crouched down and searched him. Sure enough, he pulled an intact Magic Waist Pouch from his body.

"Pretty good quality... It actually didn't burn up in the magma," he muttered, his voice carrying a trace of surprise.

Maddy stood some distance away, watching his every move warily. His fingers occasionally tapped against the bowstring, but he never loosed an arrow.

The person before him wore An's body, yet gave off an entirely different aura.

Ang ignored Maddy's unease and pulled a Magic Broom from the pouch. He leaped into the air and flew toward the ruined stone platform in the middle of the Magma Lake.

After the Demon Tutdath had been completely dissolved by holy light, only a few things remained: a Tier 3 Black Magic Crystal emitting a faint violet glow, and a twisted, broken black horn.

The instant Ang bent down and picked up the Black Magic Crystal, a subtle ripple seemed to seep into his body through his fingers.

His expression tightened, and he immediately mobilized Holy Light Power, completely wrapping himself inside and out.

Platinum holy light flowed out