Only Bullying the Honest

In this Undead Kingdom, opening a gate was already an incredibly difficult task; the Gate of Heaven had been opened with great reluctance, and under Fang Cheng's violent assault, it was finally forced shut.

The Famine Angel, kneeling in mid-air with palms pressed together, ceased his prayers and looked up at the vanishing Gate of Heaven, a trace of deep regret surfacing in his eyes.

He had ultimately failed to borrow the power from within the gate, which was his final hope.

Even if he had succeeded, it would have at most delayed Fang Cheng, failing to kill him outright.

This enemy had become too powerful to control, and the Famine Angel knew well that after his own death, Ophi and Dracula alone would be unable to defeat him.

He hoped the two would change their mindset and shift their goal to preventing Fang Cheng from becoming the King of the Undead.

Countless thoughts flashed through the Famine Angel's mind in an instant. Seeing Fang Cheng flying toward him, he sighed, traced a cross over his chest, pressed his palms together, and bowed his head.

His entire being began to radiate light from the inside out—not a bright light, but a black one.

The black light grew intense, obscuring his facial features and details until only a humanoid silhouette remained.

Fang Cheng was just about to rush over to deliver the finishing blow, but realizing what the fellow was about to do, he had no choice but to stop.

The Famine Angel, now transformed into black light, saw his chest collapse and shrink like a Black Hole, pulling and absorbing his entire body into it. Finally, he turned into a black hole about the size of a quail egg, leading to some unknown destination.

Even from several kilometers away, Fang