He lost his connection to Heaven, as well as his ability to float.
Like a bird with broken wings, he plunged headfirst from the sky and crashed miserably onto the charred ground before the manor gates with a heavy thud.
He struggled to rise, his face filled with incredulous humiliation and fear.
He was an archangel!
Wu Heng strode forward. The shadow tentacles surged forth like a pack of loyal hounds, tightly binding Galia, who tried to resist.
The tips of the tentacles were like a multitude of dog mouths, savagely tearing at Galia's body and destroying it, interwoven with deep stripping and compression.
A shrill scream belonging to a high-ranking spiritual entity rang out briefly before abruptly cutting off.
A moment later, the tentacles withdrew, leaving behind only a fist-sized sphere of light that flickered and struggled continuously, formed from pure light energy and a soul.
This was the core source of Archangel Galia's soul after most of his external power had been stripped away.
Wu Heng casually took out an ordinary-looking thick-walled glass bottle, its surface covered in dense sealing runes.
A thin wraith tentacle wrapped around the sphere of light and stuffed it into the bottle.
The instant the cap snapped shut, the struggle and radiance within were immediately cut off and suppressed, growing faint. The tentacle then coiled around the bottle and retracted it into the Puppet Wraith, where it vanished.
The entire process was calm and efficient.
Kyle, who had been staying in the manor and had come nearby after being drawn by the commotion outside, witnessed everything from beginning to end.
He had originally thought he might be able to offer some help.
But before he knew it, everything was already over.
He watched this mysterious master of the house casually knead and seal