Watching Anvis's figure vanish with unwillingness, Saint Arbiter Yorgensen, the Archbishop who had arrived first but was still a step too late, tried to tear open space and pursue him, but ultimately found nothing.
The spatial traces Anvis had left behind had been swept away by a Void Turbulence that had 'happened' to pass through the area, erased as completely as a beach washed over by waves.
"Forget him. We have more important matters to deal with now."
At that moment, the voice of Saint Messiah III suddenly rang out.
From an open Holy White space gate, the young blond Pope stepped out, holding a holy Scepter and wearing a resplendent Triple Crown. His expression was somewhat grave as he looked in Yanile's direction.
Although he had noticed Anvis's sudden attack afterward, it was already too late.
In truth, if they had prepared beforehand, the Holy Radiance Church would not have been unable to deal with a Ninth Rank Diviner.
But the key was that the Church had never expected anyone to take an interest in Paramisius, much less dare to directly confront Yanile in his Saint form, or even possess a way to take away his core Seal in such a short time.
Especially the latter point—even the Holy Radiance Church, which specialized in combating and containing those ancient existences, might not have been able to match Anvis's efficiency.
Saint Messiah III knew full well that tracking a Ninth Rank Diviner determined to conceal himself was nearly impossible.
Besides, he had a far bigger mess to clean up now.
Although Anvis had already left the battlefield, Yanile had not withdrawn from his combat state. Instead, he lowered his head, his expression slightly twisted as his entire body began to tremble violently.
A closer look would reveal that the skin