"How is this possible?"
The purple-eyed youth gazed at the purple jade sword in He Ao's hand, his whole body pausing slightly, as the twisted flesh writhed rapidly, repairing his body.
He looked at He Ao, his eyes momentarily losing focus, seemingly unable to figure out how He Ao achieved this step.
The pollution swirling within the jade sword was so familiar, it was his power.
His 'angel tier' power.
He extended his perception outward, even able to sense a slight feedback coming from that power.
That was his power!
He Ao was now using power that belonged to him!
An unnamed, twisted fury spread from his heart, an emotion that even made him stop his attack and gaze at He Ao, "You shouldn't be able to use this power now."
"We are 'fusing,' aren't we?" He Ao said calmly, holding the purple jade sword in his hand, "Your power is my power, 'fusion,' isn't that what you've always been emphasizing?"
