This [Purgatory] was probably at the peak of the sixth rank, and its aura was still somewhat unstable.
Although Jiang Mian could faintly sense traces of emotion coming from it, they were extremely weak—almost nothing but instinct remained.
Normally, a high-ranking Calamity of this level should possess intelligence comparable to a human's.
Its current state could only mean that it was terminally ill.
And the roots of the sickness, buried deep inside it, were those black-and-red parasites—the power of Fusion originating from the original [Formless].
It circled in the air, seeming ready to attack at any moment, but every so often, it glanced toward Jiang Mian.
Even though its mind was gone, the instinctive awe it felt toward [Doom] deep in its blood still held sway.
"Brother Ye, can this one still be saved?"
She tilted her head slightly and asked Ye Chenyang beside her.
"Hard to say."
Ye Chenyang looked at the twisted giant bird and couldn't help shaking his head.
"The [Formless] power in it has already merged with its soul. They're inseparable. If we forcibly remove it, it'll die on the spot."
So there was no hope?
None of the targets she had Domination over before had ever been in such a strange state. Jiang Mian wasn't sure whether her [Doomsday Domination] would work.
And if it did, would there be some uncontrollable consequence?
After all, she had only one Domination slot left. If the skill were strengthened, but her future high-ranking fighter died, that would be a huge loss.
No, she wouldn't know whether it could be Dominated until she tried.
If it worked, she'd also have to consider whether that power could be removed safely.
The power of [Formless] was a hidden danger, after all.
Jiang Mian turned her head toward the others behind her.