"In the end... did it seem to look at you for a moment?"
Reaching out to stroke Xiaohai on his head, Meng Ji muttered thoughtfully.
Meng Ji now could almost confirm that Xiaohai, affected by him, had also become an anomalous creature incompatible with this world.
"This thing must be the so-called 'Angel's Sword' then."
He wasn't emotionally affected by that last glance from the Dark Life.
Meng Ji quickly walked to the direction the Twisted Angel disappeared, reaching out to try to pull out the Angel's Sword stuck in the ground.
Although the Flame had been extinguished and the master was dead, the Angel's Sword remained tilted, embedded in the earth.
Of course, calling it a "sword" might just be overvaluing the said Angel's Sword.
In fact, hardly any creature across worlds would classify a weapon with a blade unusually twisted and a hilt resembling dead vines as a "sword."
"Can't pull it out?"
Surprised at the motionless Angel's Sword, Meng Ji obstinately strained again.
