"Yes, everything should end."
In the dim shadows, twisted power boiled, and He Ao calmly gazed at the purple-eyed youth ahead, taking in everything around.
He raised the jade sword in his hand, and purple light flowed across the delicate surface of the jade sword, shattering into scattered light and shadow in his palm.
The boiling purple light that stirred from all directions fluctuated slightly at that moment, as if some kind of power had been activated.
The entire surge of purple shadows was momentarily hindered.
"Petty tricks."
The purple-eyed youth raised his hand, his expression unchanged, "Overestimating yourself."
At that moment, He Ao was trying to use 'symbolism' to wrest control of his Angel Tier power.
He Ao indeed managed to gain an ability through that 'symbolism' that allowed him to steal power to some extent.
But a 'thief' could never truly rob the master.
In a direct confrontation, He Ao's attempt to seize control from him was undoubtedly a delusion.
