Bab 1246: Chapter 809: It Seems Like I Died

Ange reached out with his Spirit Touch, poking at the body of the Dark Origin.

"This is disconnection?" Negris exclaimed in surprise.

It was all too familiar with this kind of change, it often experienced disconnection itself—when the isolating barrier exceeded the power of projection, its projection would become invalid, creating this sensation of disconnection.

Ange nodded, then immediately shook his head, reached out with a sweeping grasp, and a sphere of Chaos Mist surged out in the palm of his hand. It swiftly condensed, growing more and more substantial, larger and larger, until finally, it ignited with a whoosh.

"Hiss—Consciousness cannot be created, huh."

"Hiss—Fog City Ghost? Just by hearing me say a name, you learned it?"

"Hiss—Kvada—"

A series of shuddering gasps followed, and someone couldn't help but curse under their breath.