But now, Lin Yi was completely unfazed, watching them through the blast-resistant glass and the heavy rain.
Because Lin Yi was unafraid, he did not avoid them.
Because Lin Yi did not avoid them, the pseudo-human sculptures chose to steer clear.
But Lin Yi quickly realized that the pseudo-human sculptures avoided not because of him, but due to some other disturbances.
Sneering Angel.
Amidst the swirling grey mist and dense raindrops, a Sneering Angel descended out of nothing.
Its form was illusory, like only half a body, especially the lower part belonging to Hima Chun, was so transparent it seemed like a breeze, merging with the grey mist.
But what surprised Lin Yi was that the Sneering Angel held an hourglass in its hand.
This was a newborn Sneering Angel!
Lin Yi had come to realize.
