In the instant it was grasped, the usage instructions floated into the mind.
Amidst the storm of airwaves and fierce flames, demons and angels collided once more, disregarding the loss of their bodies, exchanging life for life.
The spear in hand pierced the vital point, silver light gushed forth.
The angel struggled, flapping its wings, but couldn't break free from the spear's barbs, being dragged down by the descending demon, towards the crevice. As the writhing silver light, like a living creature, completely devoured him, he transformed into a lifelike statue.
Inside, the heavenly brilliance rampaged, trying to break free, but couldn't escape the mercury's lock.
At the moment of hitting the ground, it was besieged by waiting demons, pierced through, its divine power drained completely, and before it could commit suicide, it was held down by many hands, shackled, and strapped to a securing device.
"Hurry, hurry! Fresh loot!"
