He gripped the bat with both hands and, without giving the Rage Angel a chance to recover, smashed it down onto the creature again and again.
"Thunk!"
"Thunk!!"
"Thunk!!!"
He struck with all his might, pummeling the Rage Angel as if it were a slab of meat on a butcher's block.
But no matter how hard he hammered away, the Rage Angel didn't seem like it was going to be destroyed at all.
"'Can't be entirely killed'..." Lin Yi recalled the evaluation many people had of the nocturnal species. Such an assessment might very well apply to the Rage Angel as well.
"Huff... huff... hh... huff... huff..."
Gradually, Lin Yi stopped his battering and looked down at the Rage Angel, now reduced to a sticky, dough-like mass. Images flooded his mind—the Zealots molding these beings using "extraordinary material." Once formed, they were like memory metal, seemingly capable of returning to their original state no matter what was done to them.
