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Within the bizarre magic circle, the ribbon-like essence of corruption enveloped Lin Han completely. The feathers and eyes of the angels crawled out along his consciousness and thoughts, attempting to burst forth with their power.
"Child! Stay calm; this is the only way to prevent Gui Chi from descending!" Lomoshi's voice echoed in Lin Han's mind as he swung the Golden Sword in his hands, severing the Unknown Tentacles that the Magician extended toward him.
"Get lost! Why should I?" A bloodied mouth emerged from the mass of feathers surrounding Lin Han's body as he swallowed the feathers nearby, letting out a low growl. "Why should I be your vessel for this game?"
His mind was already filled with those strange lights and feathers, and he strained against the pressure threatening to explode his brain, reaching out a hand from among the feathers.
On high above, Lomoshi was taken aback, watching as Lin Han frantically pulled at the feathers. Growing anxious, he spoke in a deep voice, "What are you doing? Do you want to destroy this place? What about the people here? Only angelic power can combat the Azure Abyss Demon Mandible!"
"What does it matter to me? You were devoured by Qing Ming's Power of Faith; do you expect me to retrieve it for you?" Lin Han roared, each newly formed thought driving him to the brink of madness.
In an instant, those around them were startled; Lin Han's voice was loud enough to shock many. "Power of Faith? What does that mean? What has the Pope done?" someone asked.
Some tried to escape the area, but caught between two forces, their bodies and consciousness no longer fully belonged to themselves.
"Hahaha! That's right! Break free from those angels' control!" The Magician's voice thundered like a storm in everyone's ears.
"Deceptive words!"
Golden arcs surged, and in the next moment, a golden figure appeared before Lin Han, sword energy surging forth, intent on killing him directly. However, Lomoshi, as the great Pope, could only see the disdainful and cunning look in the boy's eyes.
A flurry of colorful feathers suddenly appeared before Lomoshi. What seemed like a light feather now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, forcing him back.
"Heh, Old Fart, when did your brain get eaten too? As an Apostle, do you still think you can turn things around?" The Magician sneered as a body suddenly emerged from the pool of Heishui, black Unknown Tentacles writhing across its face.
Regarding the current Lin Han, he felt little trepidation. This kid had been parasitized by angelic power and had already transformed into half an angelic form. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have been obliterated long ago.
At this moment, everyone around stopped their actions; the intensity of the battle was far beyond what they could intervene in. Lomoshi swung his Golden Sword directly, aiming at the Magician's avatar. However, in the blink of an eye, a painful scream erupted from Pope Lomoshi.
"Heh, old fool, do you really think that after controlling the temple for over a century and consuming a few pounds of incense ash, you can grasp those rules?" The Magician sneered, his Heishuigou head twisting grotesquely as he gazed at the sky. Among the falling feathers, drops of Hei Hui's water began to descend slowly.
"Haha, the Old Guy has messed up; that lunatic has summoned Gui Chi!" Ji Yan couldn't help but exclaim. Their consciousness was still under the influence of the angelic mental suppression, causing him to tremble as he stared up at the sky.
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