Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...
It raised its head and looked toward the boundary of its Ghost Domain.
Though it could not see it, it could feel some force steadily eroding away its Ghost Domain.
Just like what had happened to it earlier.
Splurt!
Its eyes widened.
Blood trickled down its face.
That invisible wind had actually pierced through its Ghost Domain and struck it.
The next moment, its Ghost Domain was torn apart in an instant.
It was exposed once more to the raging torrents that filled the air, its body repeatedly sliced apart.
White feathers stained red with blood continuously drifted down from the sky.
They also symbolized just how miserably this holy angel had been suppressed.
Kedelike muttered, "So this is what you rely on? You're from the Aberration Association."
He had finally confirmed Wu's identity.
"What exactly is the Aberration Association? Why do monster-like Contract Anomalists keep emerging one after another? Could it be that you are also agents of the gods?"
The literal meaning of Contract Anomalist was easy enough to understand—someone who formed contracts with anomalies.
But Kedelike had personally experienced those foolish, clumsy anomalies. All of them had been reduced to instinct alone, feeding and advancing. Only upon reaching a sufficiently high level did they have any chance of regaining or acquiring intelligence.
Otherwise, they were merely lumps of rotten flesh driven by instinct.
How could such anomalies possibly form any kind of contract?
If they were like him, borrowing the power of a god to directly control these anomalies, then everything would make sense.
Anomalies only submitted to stronger anomalies, or to the might of gods.
These Contract Anomalists were probably agents of the gods as well, weren't they?
Otherwise, he could not accept that Contract Anomalists were capable of defeating divine apostles.
Kedelike