Sure enough, the breath of the golden bat spread over the Sneering Angels like ink, forcing them out of their phantom state and into solid forms.
At some point, the end of the golden bat had grown an iron chain, with Wei Shan holding onto the other end. The golden bat acted like a hook, dragging the Sneering Angels to his presence.
"Run, run, run... can you escape?!"
Wei Shan exhaled steam through his mouth and nose, grabbing the throat of a Sneering Angel and lifting it high. Then, as he opened his mouth, golden liquid seeped from the angel's body like tree sap, flowing directly into Wei Shan's mouth.
"Gulp! Gulp! Gulp..."
Wei Shan drank greedily, and the Sneering Angel in his hand quickly shriveled like it had lost its essence, ultimately turning into weathered sand-like matter.
With a squeeze, Wei Shan obliterated the remains of the Sneering Angel in the tempest.
"Is it fun? Heh heh heh... heh heh heh," Wei Shan chuckled darkly, "If they can do it, so can I."
