On the scorched earth of the Northwest District of South Wantina, the pure rising currents constantly sent the flames dancing, as if casting ripples across the silence of night. A man's voice rang out as well.
"Do you want to fight me?"
It sounded like a gentle murmur, yet also like a thunderous edict of absolution.
Lanchi's otherworldly, compassionate gaze swept over Salomon before turning to the Rotten Decay Alchemy Beast. He seemed not to regard them at all, merely watching the flow of the wind and speaking as he pleased.
Either way, one thing alone was certain—
Whoever fought him would meet the same result.
"No, Loren, you can't kill me..."
The Saint Child of Destruction Salomon stopped circulating his mana, as if trying to completely conceal his aura and existence. His expression gradually darkened.
He looked over the battlefield.
The eighth-tier Rotten Decay Alchemy Beast created by Rotten Decay Bishop Farmer was slightly stronger than that gray-haired eighth-tier woman. Although he himself was nowhere near her equal, once he supplied the Alchemy Beast with control, it became exceptionally lethal to her.
After the battle just now, the Rotten Decay Alchemy Beast had consumed a small portion of its energy, while he had taken several eighth-tier curse backlash injuries. His condition was already terrible.
If another ordinary eighth-tier opponent appeared, he might still dare to fight to the death.
But Loren was a monster. He could handle three Rotten Decay Alchemy Beasts without a problem!
Only a Cardinal Bishop at full strength could contend with a High Priest!
"Let's make a deal. Don't let those Destruction High Priests in the city-state kill any innocent people. Withdraw them all, and I won't pursue you any further."
Lanchi sighed, carrying a hint of vexation and weariness. Even when facing the Saint