A tremendous upheaval arose within her heart.
This was a conflict between her soul and her faith. Under such pressure, she made a decision.
A decision that could verify Heaven!
The angel's heart stirred, and the power within her activated a ray of light hidden deep in her soul.
A gift once bestowed by God, a remnant of Heaven—a power that had always been concealed within her body, a power of exile!
This light was gentle and warm. It held none of that intimidating force, nor was it aggressive, yet its subtle, silent influence was impossible to stop.
At her prompting, the gentle light slowly radiated from her body.
The horrifying dreamscape Wu Heng had projected to trap her was touched by the light and continuously melted away like ice and snow meeting warm sunlight.
Blood-red water stains streamed across the ground.
The once-scorching desert turned into a swamp of flesh and blood at that moment, like a primeval jungle after a torrential downpour.
The grotesque Cursed Disciples transformed from insect souls did not even have time to kill one another before they turned to ashes beneath the caress of that light.
It was clearly neither scorching nor sharp, yet it could not be stopped.
The dreamscape projected by the dual traits was not yet a manifestation of the Fear Hell within him, but it was still immensely powerful. Even this Hell-level angel had fallen into it.
Yet now, it was being continuously melted away just like that.
Wu Heng retreated some distance, watching the power slowly flowing from the angel's body. That power seemed to be mixed with something special.
When he used the Hell-level Nightmare Power within him to touch it, it was still melted away, though the loss was much lower.
But it was still difficult to