In an instant, every hair on Li Xin's body stood on end. This was the pressure of an Angel Level, carrying a perverse and mocking connotation, making his entire body feel as if encased in concrete and unable to move. All means seemed especially helpless in the face of an absolute power gap.
"Dalivin" surveyed his prey with a smiling gaze. Normally, this level of prey would not require him to act personally, but the words of the Porcelain Doll piqued his interest. Possessing the protection of the Immortal from the Secret Castle, there might be a hidden secret here, and he was quite eager to collect any unusual specimens.
Once a power above Angel Level nears a target, it might draw the attention of the Immortal, but how could that possibly hinder him?
At this moment, Li Xin knew who the enemy was. It was most likely the "Father" that Dalivin referred to, the creator of the second seat of the Song of Hell, an enemy he currently could not possibly overcome with his strength.
