In the Lord of No Flame's startled eyes, a dazzling white light was reflected.
Boom boom—
After the violent explosion came a wind that swept up dust and sent flames flying.
Their reflexive response made both Grewu and Bobota shield their eyes. When the energy storm had calmed slightly, they slowly opened them again.
The first place Grewu looked was still where the shopkeeper stood.
When he saw that tall figure, Grewu let out a slight sigh of relief. The shopkeeper was still standing not far in front of him, unmoved in the slightest after that ferocious explosion.
As for the Lord of No Flame, Grewu saw no sign of him.
On the other side, Bobota had witnessed everything. He had opened his eyes before Grewu, so he clearly saw the Lord of No Flame's porcelain-white figure sent flying backward by the blast, finally landing in Grewu's blind spot.
In Bobota's view, although the Lord of No Flame did not appear to have suffered severe injuries, this was probably the most bedraggled he had been since his arrival.
Even that porcelain-white armor was covered in threadlike cracks, like a web of patterns.
Bobota's eyes widened round. What exactly had happened just now? Why had Angel suddenly seemed like a different person, actually forcing back even the Lord of No Flame?
Could Angel have already used a Descent Object? Bobota immediately dismissed that guess.
Although his physical body was constantly collapsing and the strength he had previously raised was fading, he could still sense the aura of the scene. He had not felt the aura of any demon god apart from the Lord of No Flame. Even Angel's aura was still Angel's, without the slightest change.
Then how had Angel done it?
Bobota looked over in shock. Angel still stood there