Her clothes fluttered, her body technique was light, and her complexion was exceptionally beautiful, about seventeen or eighteen years old, her eyes cold and merciless.
At this moment, she had become a sorceress manipulating pain and dark magic, driven by a fierce obsession with resentment. She had once been an embodiment of elegance and light, but the altar shattered her soul, transforming her into the ruthless tormentor she was today.
The Divine Envoy had completely transformed, becoming a member of those living in Purgatory, a Fallen Angel, an impure being consorting with devils!
What surprised Chen Feng even more was that at the moment of her transformation, she flew out from the altar and knelt directly before him!
Gone was the previous hatred; now, the Divine Envoy, or more precisely the Fallen Angel, knelt single-kneed before Chen Feng like a knight pledging allegiance to a king, offering all her loyalty!
This was the power of the altar!
