Just as Decaying Demon God was about to break free of the Wind Eye and unleash his true form, he saw the motley Divine Messengers—whom he had barely noticed—suddenly begin praying fervently in unison.
Hm?
He had never considered these insignificant little things worth noticing, yet they dared to fight back!
The devout will of these surface fanatics was simply beyond comparison with that of the Underground World's apostles. Their fervor was so absolute that they cast life and death aside, remaining unwavering to the very end.
As Decaying Demon God summoned power in a way that took him by surprise, beams of divine light descended upon the apostles. The divine radiance around them, which had been compressed until it was nearly as thin as eggshells, was replenished somewhat, and they once again became balls of light. Then, as if they had planned it beforehand, the apostles melded the divine power they had summoned together and directed it toward Decaying Demon God, who was about to escape the Wind Eye.
But that divine power wasn't aimed at Decaying Demon God. It was aimed at the nascent Wind Eye he had torn open!
Bolstered and replenished by the divine power, the black bird of light that was about to fly through the Wind Eye's fissure watched in astonishment as the miniature Wind Eye it had torn open rapidly healed, unstoppable. Even it couldn't prevent it!
With an angry shriek, it was forced back into the Wind Eye, swallowed by layer upon layer of black and green bubbles.
"Pant, pant... We did it!?"
A female apostle, her face pale, gasped weakly as she stared in disbelief at the fissure in the Wind Eye, now smoothed over once again.
The apostles were in no shape to celebrate.
Summoning and interweaving so much divine