When the "Prisoner" made its move, attempting to drive the unknown Half-God out of Mary's body.
When a rift seemed to form among the three members of the Celestial Association.
Hefu, who had hidden behind the scenes and held back without making a single move ever since entering the Supernatural Space... or rather, Archbishop Posen, as he could now be called, finally struck!
Countless faces emerged in the sky, their indifferent gazes fixed on the people below.
There was not a trace of emotion in their eyes.
Nor a trace of feeling.
These were not the eyes of the living, nor did they resemble those of the dead. They were the eyes of an ordinary person looking at ants, flowers, or stones by the roadside!
Buzzz!
Aaaah!
Wooo!
The sky shook.
Frantic, terrifying roars erupted from the chaos.
The square, which had been perfectly calm just minutes earlier, changed in an instant. Gales and torrential rain, lightning and smog, flames and hail poured down, engulfing every inch of ground in sight and turning the place into a scene of apocalypse.
"Good! Good! Good!"
You finally made your move.
As Archbishop Posen descended with overwhelming fury.
Gao Ye and the other two showed no panic.
Instead, they were delighted.
Hong Zhou lifted his chin slightly, his gaze cold and sinister. Quiet and taciturn, he had kept a low profile all along, but now a mocking smile curled his lips. "So you couldn't hold back after all."
"Did the Prisoner exceed your expectations? Or was I not part of your plan?"
The faces in the sky said nothing.
Their gazes remained so indifferent that they seemed not to be looking at the group at all.
He seemed devoid of feeling, as though nothing more than a giant mask had been hung in