"Are we making a move, Big Brother?"
Hearing the priestess's order, Little Black looked at Fang Zheng, but he shook his head.
It was not time yet. If they really fought, they would absolutely crush them. But this city was under the protection of a guide... or rather, a True God.
Although Fang Zheng could now be considered a god himself, he did not think his current understanding of divine power could compare to those old monsters who had immersed themselves in this field for hundreds or even thousands of years. Web novels were full of genius protagonists who could accomplish in a short time what others could not achieve in a lifetime, but that was only within their own areas of expertise.
Take spells, for example. Fang Zheng learned so quickly because the spell structures of the Main World resembled programming. And when it came to programming, Fang Zheng could beat everyone here with one hand tied behind his back.
But divine power was different. It had no rigid rules and no unified standards. Under such circumstances, what mattered was not advantage, but experience.
So far, the only way Fang Zheng had learned to use divine power was to "mix" a little of it into his spellcasting. That turned his attacks into divine attacks, and no being below the level of a god could possibly withstand them. However, that was less the result of learning than instinct.
Other than that, Fang Zheng had not found any other ways to use divine power.
So, to be safe, he had better keep a low profile.
Since Fang Zheng said nothing more, Kurumi and the others naturally removed their cloaks. When the four girls revealed their true appearances, low cries and gasps of amazement rose all around them.
Compared with the ragged