John's expression had grown solemn as he stared intently at Vulture across from him.
Initially, he thought this man might also possess the power of control, but it seemed that wasn't the case.
It appeared that only the power of heaven within this secret realm was favoring him—could it be because of his own arrival that the residual power of heaven was aiding the locals?
If that was indeed the case, then, in some ways, he was at a distinct disadvantage.
Without the system, they were essentially walking a path that led to certain death.
John could feel these forces becoming increasingly powerful, and the force he was contending with made his hands tremble uncontrollably.
Blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth, looking particularly frightening, and even his complexion turned a shade redder.
Silver Tear and the others showed a hint of worry.