The man seemed to have heard a funny joke, laughing so hard he almost fell over. After laughing for a while, he said, "That was all in the past! The future has changed!"

The man's expression was full of fanaticism: "My Lord has sent down a divine decree, He is about to descend! At that time, apart from the believers of my Lord, all other humans will become nourishment for my Lord!"

Talon scoffed, "How many times have you told this story? But we still haven't seen any evil god descend!"

"The past is the past, the future has changed," the man repeated.

He then stared intently at Tyrone and said, "Watch! More and more miracles will come from the mist; these are all evidence of my Lord's imminent arrival!"

Then he laughed: "Unfortunately, you won't see it. Because you're all going to die here!"

Just as he was about to utter words of depravity, lightning crackled around Talon's body.

Even with one leg being a metal prosthetic, Talon was still incredibly fast, arriving in front of the man in an instant.

He grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him against the wall.

The next moment, the metal wall was dented.

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Tyrone clenched his fist, lightning and white light flashing on it, and was about to strike.

However, at that moment, Tyrone's expression changed, and black feathers began to grow from the skin on his arm.

His expression was ferocious, and he took several steps back, letting out a painful growl.

The handsome man was finally persuaded to give in. He coughed a few times and then looked at Tyrone with some suspicion.

He burst into laughter: "You are very strong, but it's a pity you're about to become diseased! Hahaha, you're already about to become diseased?"

The handsome man's laughter turned into a ferocious grin: "Since that's the case, let me send you on your way. Fallen!"

Tyrone's body trembled violently, his clothes began to tear, and feathers like steel needles rapidly grew out from the sides.

He growled, "Run! Run downhill!"

One of the Awakened Ones protested, "Captain Tyrone!? We can't leave you here alone!"

"Get lost!" Lightning crackled around Tyrone.

His hands began to transform into sharp claws.

The three exchanged a glance. Wang Qiwen's face twitched, and he growled, "Let's go!"

The three of them turned and ran towards the stairwell.

"Trying to leave?" The handsome man sneered, about to use his ability on the three of them.

However, at that moment, a sharp claw grabbed the handsome man's neck, dragged him into a room on the side of the corridor, slammed the door shut, and locked it from the inside.