Overwhelming Destruction

Hilda, protected behind the God Saints, had not escaped the power of Zodiac Clamor either. She was blasted into coughing up blood on the spot.

Fortunately, after the God Saints' ultimate moves had clashed with and blocked it, and most importantly because Yota had held back, Hilda had suffered some injuries but had not completely fallen.

"How... is that possible?! A Gold Saint is actually this strong?!" Hilda's eyes widened. Hadn't they said the God Saints were no weaker than Gold Saints, perhaps even stronger?

As for such claims, Yota had this to say: first, he was no ordinary Gold Saint. Second...

These God Saints, Sea Saints, and Underworld Saints all claimed they were no weaker than Gold Saints. That in itself was an acknowledgment of the Gold Saints' strength.

Otherwise, why did no one claim they were no weaker than God Saints, Sea Generals, or Tenkisei Underworld Saints? Wasn't it because the Gold Saints had campaigned east and west over the years, leaving behind their illustrious reputation?

As for some Sea General or God Saint, who the hell knew where you had crawled out from?

The facts proved that their claims of being no weaker than Gold Saints merely meant they had reached the Gold Saints' baseline. The monsters among the Gold Saints could still beat them flat with ease.

What was more, strictly speaking, Yota had already surpassed even the level of Gold Saint monsters. Even if the Olympian Twelve were brought out, Yota could beat them until their heads were covered in lumps!

Hilda did not understand any of that, but she knew that her so-called ambitions were nothing more than a joke before the current Sagittarius Gold Saint.

Yota sneered, landed on both feet, and slowly walked toward Hilda. "You want the Arctic Glacier to melt?