Tomgark's Intentions

"Spatial Teleportation!"

Seraphim let out a low shout, his face filled with wariness as his eyes continuously swept over the surrounding space.

Although the attacks of the many God Kingdom level experts had greatly weakened the spatial stability above Thunder Island, even causing stellar void erosion to appear.

The space itself had become far less sturdy, but the spatial turbulence produced by the fractures made teleportation more difficult rather than easier.

Under such circumstances, he could teleport Adrian's enormous body, over five hundred meters long, away—but he absolutely could not do so this effortlessly.

Much less conceal his own presence from so many God Kingdom level experts while teleporting Adrian.

"Marcus Neo'zu was the one who acted just now."

Fully armed, and with the three top-tier divine artifacts once belonging to the Church of Dawn accentuating her like the Goddess of Light herself, Yulia instantly arrived in midair and warned the surrounding God Kingdom level experts.

Upon hearing this, the many experts instinctively moved closer together.

It was impossible for them not to fear this renowned expert of the Kalimdor Continent. Especially after the move he had displayed just now had shocked even Seraphim, let alone the others.

"Marcus Neo'zu is a spatial mage?" Durontan, holding the Hammer of Destruction, cast a faint glance toward Seraphim.

"I don't know. He hasn't acted in five hundred years, and his past battles within the Twilight Church are classified at the highest level. He has hidden himself deeply."

Seraphim first shook his head, then looked expectantly at Yulia.

"Pope Yulia, can you sense his whereabouts?"

Yulia gave a bitter smile.

"No. I can only sense the traces of divine power he left behind after acting. They are extremely dense."

The moment those words were spoken, the expressions of the many experts grew even