"Stop? No way. Die!"
Xia Ping couldn't care less what the Doom Crow said. If he didn't strike while it was down, was he supposed to wait until it was back to full strength before killing it? Even an idiot wouldn't do that.
At once, the air trembled with a series of solemn, sacred voices. It was as if a seraph were singing the Heavenly Epic, filling the air with holiness.
"Thank you, angel. I can finally be free."
"Thank you, great angel. I feel all my hatred and anger disappearing."
"Heaven, I want to go to Heaven."
The Wraith Knights all wore benevolent expressions. The malice that had filled them vanished, as if even the evil deep in their souls had been completely purified.
But Wraiths could exist in this world only because of their evil thoughts, anger, resentment, and other emotions. Without those negative feelings, they had no reason to exist.
Rumble!
The Wraith Knights bound within the Purgatory Wraith Banner pressed their hands together, one after another, like the most devout worshippers. They had let go of everything.
Before long, their bodies faded away, turning into streaks of white light that flew into the void, as if vanishing from this world.
The Purgatory Wraith Banner began to crack, and more than a dozen fissures appeared across it. It was on the verge of breaking apart. After all, the banner's power came from Wraiths.
If even the Wraiths vanished and were completely purified, the banner would lose its source of power. Its very foundation would be irreparably damaged.
"You damn human! I'll kill you!" The Doom Crow went completely mad. Seeing Xia Ping destroy its treasured Purgatory Wraith Banner, it glared at him with eyes blazing with fury.
The Purgatory Wraith Banner was the greatest treasure it owned.