Elias waved his hand gently, dispelling the dark mist that had invaded through the thief's soul.
The poor soul had completely shattered, turning into fragmented specks of light before fading out, leaving no trace of existence in the world.
The Angel supported the swaying Alex with one hand, while the other picked up Spirit Gary, who was tottering on the verge of collapse due to heavy pollution. His divine consciousness moved slightly; just as he was about to use divine power to help Gary dispel the pollution, a strange thing happened.
That pure spirit floated up into the air on its own, radiating a gentle light; its pitch-black polluted body gradually returned to crystal transparency, as if possessing a self-purification mechanism.
Elias turned his head, his empty but profound eyes observing intently. In the God's vision, the strangely shaped black mark on Alex's neck moved slowly, vivid like a living thing; it swallowed and dispelled the remaining filth.
