The spiritual light was indeed immensely powerful, but it lacked flexibility. Even the White-Robed Holy King could evade it the instant Malthus unleashed it. But Malthus had no sense of fair play, launching a sneak attack while the Golden Fiends were attacking him.
In the distant army of the White-Robed Holy King, the three God Kings seated in chariots all wore strange expressions.
The Myriad-Eyed Celestial sneered. "Order Celestial, your descendant seems rather weak. With strength like that, how is he qualified to command the entire Holy Light race?"
The Holy Sound Celestial crossed his arms and said, "Surely your Order Clan has a way to break this spell?"
Order Celestial's expression darkened. He was deeply dissatisfied with the performance of his descendant, the White-Robed Holy King. He sent a message, "End the battle quickly. Do not waste time."
Only then did the White-Robed Holy King notice the mockery on the faces of the two God Kings in the chariots. He sent a message to the Order God King. "I want to seize the Book of Holy Light. Killing Zhuojiu and Malthus would not be difficult."
Order Celestial's expression eased somewhat. "Holy Sound Celestial and Myriad-Eyed Celestial will record the course of this war. Do not give them an opportunity to slander you."
The White-Robed Holy King sighed and looked at Zhuojiu and Malthus in the distance. "The Holy King's spells truly are powerful, but you have never seen the divine arts of our Order Clan, have you? Today, I will let you witness them."
Malthus suddenly felt his heart tighten. He hurriedly ordered the remaining eight Golden Fiends to charge at the White-Robed Holy King.
In the blink of an eye, the eight Golden Fiends appeared around the White-Robed Holy King. Yet before they could cast their spells, a