"Death. Severance."
There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any dazzling clash of energy.
The incoming energy spheres and crossbow bolts silently broke apart and vanished the moment they entered the three-meter radius around Wu Heng, as though they had been directly erased from the very concept of existence, leaving no trace behind.
Then Wu Heng aimed his glove at the suppressive Incantation array covering the entire warehouse.
Silver-gray power of "Death" surged out like a tide, washing over the red-glowing Incantations.
Like ice and snow exposed to sunlight, the Incantations rapidly melted and collapsed amid buzzing noises resembling chanting. Within a few breaths, the powerful array that had troubled Dean completely disintegrated, as if it had never existed.
"That's impossible!" the church believers cried out in despair.
The array's power came from the faith accumulated by their church over countless years. It resonated with the power of the Antichrist.
That resonance should have prevented it from being damaged by the Antichrist's power.
Yet now, it had been destroyed.
Wu Heng gave them no time to react. The gray-white glow of "Balance" flashed from his glove, and several invisible chains of energy appeared out of thin air, tightly binding every remaining church member and black market operative, leaving them unable to move.
Dean felt the weight around him lift and immediately regained his mobility. Cursing under his breath, he moved his limbs and rushed to Wu Heng's side. "Damn it, those bastards almost got us!"
Wu Heng walked up to the leading fanatic and looked down at him. "Your obsession goes beyond simple worship. Tell me—what do you truly want?"
Under the mental pressure brought by the power of Balance, the believer's eyes went unfocused as he muttered, "The Apocalypse... is a shackle! It's a game God and Lucifer use to