"Lord Ben Hong, was that fellow called Camael... an angel?" Chen Rui encountered no further obstacles along the way. However, the summit of the Holy Mountain was permeated by a powerful alien force that disrupted him. Even with the strength of a Peak Kingdom, he was still unable to teleport, and his speed was greatly restricted. The farther forward he went, the more pronounced the effect became.
"That's right. Camael is an eight-winged angel. He is usually quite battle-hungry, but don't be deceived by his appearance—you have just witnessed his cunning. I had intended to take him down by surprise, but he detected it and did not hesitate to sacrifice his companions to escape."
Chen Rui frowned. Although Ben Hong was merely a soul body, he was still a peak pseudo-god. Did dealing with a mere peak demigod really require such trouble?
Ben Hong sensed his doubts. "If I still had my body, disposing of him would be no more than a flick of my fingers. But I am currently in a soul-body state, while Camael possesses powerful defensive talents and spatial abilities that happen to counter my power. Spending too much time and strength here would not be worth it."
Chen Rui nodded, accepting the explanation without probing further. "Then those two women... Angel and Angela, are they angels as well?"
"Angel and Angela were indeed angels, but those two women are merely humans who have reached the transcendent level, bearing the names of the angels Angel and Angela. The true Angela and Angel should have fallen long ago. Those fellows like Michael actually think they've become gods? To appoint divine attendants like this... they're all self-absorbed, arrogant fools!"
Angel and Angela—humans bearing angels' names? Isyorul? Zehongen?
The true angels had already fallen?
Chen Rui vaguely understood something. Even