Old Zhao was in front.
Angela was in the middle.
Yi Lin was at the rear.
Yi Lin and Angela casually observed the bodies around them.
Yi Lin suddenly let out a chuckle, "Aside from the knife wounds by Oda Mai on these people, there are also many mysterious injuries. It seems that as time draws near, quite a few have finally lost their patience and turned against their 'companions'."
"Bullshit companions."
Zhao Yulong curled his lip, but with a hint of sentimentality.
Old Zhao was not surprised by Yi Lin's observation result, "Normal. Those Angel Envoys are just like that, the more powerful their abilities... the more sinister they are. To be honest, no matter who among us became an Angel Envoy, in the end, we're doomed to not stay innocent White Lotuses—all driven by life's pressures!"
To Yi Lin's surprise, Angela nodded in agreement.
Yi Lin: "..."
After all, too pure and too white, destined to not live a long and enduring life.