Mog watched the flames rise without the slightest ripple of emotion. His pupils had been completely covered by crimson fire, and at the center of those flames, a pitch-black ring slowly turned, densely etched with runes.
He needed to confirm whether Li Wen was dead. Otherwise, he could not rest easy.
The priest stepped into the sea of fire. The endless flames did not attack him; instead, they all submitted beneath his feet. Under the scorching and tugging of the blaze, the priest's shadow grew immense and twisted, like some grotesque evil spirit.
The once-sacred church was gradually falling apart. Even stone could melt beneath Hellfire. Before long, this place would likely be nothing but blackened ruins.
Yet Priest Mog did not see Li Wen anywhere, and unease quietly rose within him.
That unease became reality the very next moment. A pallid, holy arc of light tore through the layers of flame and arrived before Priest Mog in an instant.
At that critical moment, Mog only had time to raise a hand, trying to stop the arc light from severing his neck.
An unbearable agony pierced through flesh and reached his bones. Blood streamed from the priest's palm, but fortunately, the arc light had not even cut off his hand.
All show and no substance.
Priest Mog looked coldly toward where the arc light had come from. There, surrounded by firelight, a girl in a black cloak stood amidst the flames.
Sparks of emerald starlight glimmered from that cloak, shutting out both firelight and heat. Only in this way could she hide within the flames and launch a sneak attack against him.
Li Wen was not surprised that the sudden assault of Spell-less Arc Light had failed.
"I thought you would endure a little longer. I didn't expect you to