All the sages of the Church were horrified when they saw the Holy See's condition!
"Holy See!!!"
"Damn demon! What did you do to the Holy See?"
"No... that's impossible!"
The Iron Wall Sage disregarded his grievous injuries, dragging his cracked shield as he tried to charge forward.
The Thorn Saintess, the Sage of Holy Wisdom, and the other great sages all unleashed their full Divine Power, preparing to rescue the Holy See.
However, compared to the depths of the mountains, it was like a mountain flood and tsunami had erupted. Peaks collapsed, rivers changed course, and ancient trees and dense forests fell in swathes. The dull, immense roar brought by the stampede of countless beasts was like the violently beating heart of an ancient god, its terrifying sound shaking people's souls until they nearly left their bodies.
On both sides of the street, the townspeople watched the bridal procession bearing ten miles of red dowry pass grandly through the avenue. They whispered among themselves as they watched the sedan chair pass before them, sighing without end.
This black-robed man's cultivation was truly terrifying. In an instant, he had nearly sunk the entire mountainside. As if facing a great enemy, Ding Chuan retreated more than thirty yards with utmost vigilance. The gap between their cultivation realms was simply too vast; the other man was at least a cultivator of the Dragon Transformation Realm, a whole major realm above him.
The ferocious flood dragon was a hundred yards long, with a single black horn atop its head and four thick dragon claws beneath its belly. It threw back its head and let out an earth-shaking roar, like thunder exploding from thin air, causing many cultivators to clutch their ears in agony.
When Qiao Rui said this, her tone seemed to contain