The Evil Spirit Angel's colossal form ascended along the atrium, more and more debris falling onto its body, like a swiftly rising elevator platform.
It didn't despise these stones, for as they covered it, they formed a simple barrier.
Soon, it had pursued He Ao to the highest floor of the building; the young man had nowhere to run.
At this moment, the entire building, affected by the residual forces of their battle, began to collapse like dominoes, and there was nothing in the sky for He Ao to use to his advantage.
The splendid starlight shone on the young man's blood-covered body and on the arms that extended like tentacles from the glittering mound of sand.
Broken chunks of concrete and steel bars laid on top of the radiant sand heap like a dense, thick armor, piling meters in thickness.
