"Hmm?"
Just as the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel controlled the black sun and was about to bring it crashing down, a sudden, terrifying aura instantly jolted the enraged Fallen Angel awake.
In an instant, the killing intent vanished from the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel's eyes, replaced by deep uncertainty and shock. He stopped the black sun, then stared fixedly at the source of that aura—the place where the Asura Path had vanished.
"This aura...?"
To the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel's senses, this dreadful aura seemed to stand above heaven and earth. Though strange, it carried an air of supreme majesty.
In the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel's eyes, this was absolutely not an aura that the bizarre creature he had just utterly crushed could possess. In all his life, he had only sensed such an aura from those lofty gods.
"No... impossible. How could there be a god's aura here? It must be an illusion. Yes, it must be an illusion!"
The Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel's face was filled with horror as he shook his muddled head in disbelief. At this moment, he could only deny the possibility this way. After all, if this aura truly came from some god, there was no way he could escape alive from that god's hands.
Yet no matter how much he denied it, the aura surging up from the depths of the earth did not weaken in the slightest. The terrifying pressure bore down on him, and from soul to flesh, the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel felt as if he had been thrown into an endless inferno, chilled to the bone.
The Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel was now caught in a dilemma. Even though his rage-fueled ultimate attack still hung in the sky, even though he refused to believe that aura belonged to a god, he still did not dare attack