One by one the Angels lost their lives by the Great Spear and were devoured by it.
When the last Angel was killed, Wei Xiao Bei saw decorative patterns appearing on his Great Spear. As for the scar left behind by the Four-Winged angel, it had already completely disappeared.
After cleaning up the pests, nothing had about the church had changed.
In truth, Wei Xiao Bei was worried that something about the church would change and a Six-Winged Angel would appear.
However, he was now relieved. This was perhaps because the Angels had not been there for long, or because the church had not yet become a strange construct that provided them with support.
As he reached the side of the pool, he raised his left hand and stretched his fingers.
Puff! Puff!
In an instant, thousands of tendrils shot out from the crack in his palm and entered the pool.
At this time Wei Xiao Bei's eyes were completely open to observe changes in the pool.