270 Chapter 118: Dice

Elder Clinton, with symbols painted in fresh blood on his hand, managed to trap the Weeping Angel inside the Light and Dark Holy Nail.

At the same time.

The hunchbacked old man at the camp suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression dramatically changing, "How is it possible?!"

He quickly chanted a spell, but after several attempts, he realized that the crucifixes around him remained still, and he could no longer sense the presence of the angel.

Even if he didn't know what had happened, he knew it certainly wasn't good news.

Acquiring the divine soul of the Weeping Angel by breaking its ancient seal wasn't an easy task. With enough sacrifices, even if only a wisp of the soul remained, they wouldn't have to hide as they do now.

He had initially thought that the angel would greatly aid the revival of his sect, but after only two uses, it had gone out of control and disappeared?