"Fated Person?"
Hearing those words, Jiang Qiao was startled. Some instinct told him that this might be connected to his origins.
He immediately asked:
"Senior, what is a Fated Person?"
Bang!
Just then.
As the rotting, pus-covered gray-white substance appeared in the sky, the "Prisoner" had already released the iron wire restraining Mary and was glaring viciously and violently at the heavens.
"Roar—!"
It let out a strange and terrifying howl.
Abandoning its standoff with the woman formed from white light, it kicked off with both feet and charged into the sky.
Boom!
A terrifying explosion rang out.
But only for an instant.
It abruptly ceased.
All sound around them vanished, as though he had suddenly gone deaf. His eardrums felt strangely weightless.
As the sound disappeared.
His vision gradually darkened as well.
The surrounding scenery.
All the colors.
It was as though the screen had gone black. They gradually faded and vanished, until everything became pitch-black.
Great Sound is Silent!
The Great Form Has No Shape!
Two bizarre entities born from the remnants of Deity had erupted into conflict.
They had actually erased the entire scene!
Standing where he was.
Jiang Qiao could not even sense whether his feet were planted on solid ground or whether he was floating in the air. He could not feel the space around him—front or back, left or right, above or below.
"Don't be afraid."
Just then, the woman's voice sounded again.
In the darkness, white light slowly brightened and enveloped Jiang Qiao.
The light was gentle.
It was not blinding.
Within it.
He felt an unusual sense of peace and contentment.
"They should be monsters created using certain remnants of Deity. They can only be considered incomplete Half-Gods, but they are still capable of displaying certain bizarre manifestations of Deity."
"But they