Bai Wei's words carried a sense of regret.
Oliver lifted his head again upon hearing this, but this time he looked towards Bai Wei.
However, in his field of vision, he still saw Gerard.
It should have been Gerard, it truly was Gerard.
But that gaze, that tone, that demeanor, they were not something Gerard could pull off.
"You..." Oliver tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, and asked softly, "Who are you, exactly?"
Bai Wei didn't answer, merely continuing to watch the battle outside.
Clearly, the battle had not ended.
The God of Eternal Life, cut in half, shakily stood up again, and the Divine Blood, which had dyed a sector of the city, boiled like water at this moment.
Lyra had already sensed something and immediately swung the Chainsaw Sword in her hand.
Under Her guidance, countless metal components from all over the city converged, swiftly covering Her body, attempting to mold for Her a metallic frame.
Just like the image She had always shown to the world.
