Buying Off the Goddess

Pramon was dead, once again!

He had already lost all the lavish equipment he had accumulated over the years last time. This time, he had infiltrated Gotham City with few magic items on him and hadn't had time to make enough protective spells permanent.

The only thing that could save his life was the Ice Shield, yet it shattered in a single slash like an eggshell.

The Sub-Mind Chip inside the Sky-Piercing Colossus hadn't absorbed a soul, which meant Pramon had returned to his Soul Jar to resurrect himself.

Rayne wasn't surprised in the slightest.

Without destroying a Soul Jar, killing a Lich was extremely difficult. However, a Lich's strength would decline every time it resurrected. Pramon had died twice in three years, so his Wizard level would drop by at least two levels. He might also suffer memory loss, making him easier to kill in the future.

After a few more deaths, Pramon might even fall below Soul Saint.

The battle ended in the blink of an eye.

The crowds on both sides of the bay fell silent for several seconds before realizing what had happened. Then they erupted, sending wave after wave of thunderous cheers into the air.

A terrifying Soul Saint Lich had actually been slain!

Everyone had seen the entire process.

Those Colossi!

In the projected images in the sky, the view zoomed in and deliberately adjusted its angle so that people could observe the Sky-Piercing Colossi more clearly.

Their tall, heavy armor, imposing paintwork and design, the magical fluctuations radiating from them, and the enormous greatswords in their hands, whose weight was impossible to estimate, all revealed their terrifying combat power.

They had slain a Soul Saint Lich with a single sword stroke.

And there were seven Colossi this powerful!

The residents of Gotham were