Almost immediately, Rod released his grip and leapt over, his Spiritual Energy surging rapidly as the sickle-shaped crescent on the back of his hand brightened quickly, with his right hand becoming transparent in an instant.
The very next moment, Rod plunged his hand in, and even the toughest Soul couldn't withstand his Right Hand of Divine.
Boom.
A roaring sound from the Void erupted, and the giant insect hadn't even moved at all before it was reduced to ash.
[Queen of Sigles's Soul]
Soul Without Spirit +1402
Soul Without Spirit: 91222.
Wow...
Rod's face broke into a grin.
This was yet another special Soul that possessed a part of the "Source".
Indeed, siding with the powerful was the best choice.
It was only when Rod's gaze shifted to the name of the Soul that he realized this giant insect was the Queen.
Before he could make sense of it, Rod was lifted by an invisible force and flew back into the Dean's hands, along with a lump of ashes.
