In this Undead Kingdom, opening the Heavenly Gate was extremely difficult to begin with. It had opened only with great effort, and under Fang Cheng's violent assault, it was finally forced shut.
The Famine Angel, kneeling in midair with his hands clasped, stopped praying. He looked up at the vanished Heavenly Gate, deep regret showing in his eyes.
In the end, he still hadn't managed to borrow the power within the gate.
Even if he had, at most he could have stalled Fang Cheng for a while. He wouldn't have been able to kill him outright.
This enemy had grown too powerful to control. The Famine Angel knew that after his death, Ophi and Dracula alone wouldn't be able to defeat him.
He hoped they could change their thinking and make their goal stopping Fang Cheng from becoming the King of the Undead.
Numerous thoughts flashed through the Famine Angel's mind. Seeing Fang Cheng already flying toward him, he sighed, drew a cross over his chest, clasped his hands, and bowed his head.
Light began to radiate from him, inside and out. It wasn't bright, but black.
The black light blazed, obscuring all his features until only a human-shaped silhouette remained.
Fang Cheng was about to rush over and finish him off when he suddenly realized what the guy was planning. He had no choice but to stop.
The Famine Angel, now made of black light, suddenly collapsed inward at the chest like a black hole, pulling his entire body inside. In the end, it became a tiny black hole, no more than the size of a quail egg, leading to who knew where.
Even from several kilometers away, Fang Cheng could feel the terrifying pull coming from the tiny black hole.
The moisture in the air had long since