It was a strange limb resembling both a hand and a bat's fleshy wing, belonging to a deep-red, spherical Collector who had defected to the Radiant Holy Church's side. Vast amounts of Holy Light power had been poured into the Collector's body, even shining through cracks in the skin.
The Collector's skin was studded with countless lifelike heads. Had Yang Yi been there, he would probably have recognized this universally loathed creature immediately: the Head Collector.
The Collector's true body seemed to be wrapped in numerous fleshy wings, its structure resembling a flower bud, bundled into a sphere.
One of those wings swept toward Shi Lei, moving so fast it left afterimages, attempting to block him.
"Get... lost!"
Shi Lei roared, speeding up rather than slowing down.
The Head Collector's attack did not make him hesitate in the slightest. His course remained unchanged; he merely tightened his grip on his long saber as he charged forward.
"Or die!"
He bellowed, the golden qi pouring out of his body almost solidifying. Behind him, it formed a vivid phantom outlined in golden lines, its hair and beard streaming, its face furious, its divine presence imposing.
Had Wang Chong seen this, he would probably have frozen in shock, because this, too, was Explosive Qi, but at a level far beyond his own.
Then came a visually stunning sight: the enormous hand blocking Shi Lei was cleaved straight apart, barely slowing him at all, as though split by an inconspicuous bolt of golden lightning.
Then Shi Lei appeared before the dying Paladin like a divine warrior descending from the heavens. Without any visible swing of his saber, the nearby Blind Believer Sisters and God Statues attempting a rescue became neatly cut fragments in an instant, slowly drifting apart.
The gap between the two sides