Mo Qiong, sensing that something was wrong, deployed Best Metal.
A sparse stream of high-pressure, high-temperature Compounds sprayed out from inside. Clearly, this was the product of Frod's body being compressed.
There was no sign of recovery. This meant Frod really was dead, his happiness had been exhausted, or under such immense pressure, none of this mass of Compounds could any longer be called cells.
"He's dead? Could this really not be their archbishop?"
Mo Qiong casually prayed a tiny flame into existence and used it to track Frod.
The flame suddenly plunged downward and drilled frantically into the ground. Even after drilling itself out, the gases seemed to possess endless power, pushing the earth and stones aside.
The ground made a rustling sound, as though a needle were constantly being driven into it.
"Underneath... How could this be..."
Mo Qiong immediately realized that Frod was not dead. He hurriedly located Quiet again, and sure enough, he was still alive as well.
The two of them were currently in the same place, probably hiding somewhere underground.
"Has Corvidor arrived? The archbishop who commands the Gaia Ark..."
"No..." Mo Qiong looked toward Feibo and the others, only to find them still standing there in a defensive formation.
If Corvidor had arrived, why is there no movement? Mo Qiong wondered.
He could save the two archbishops, but not Feibo and the others? Even if he didn't care about the ordinary bishops, would he abandon later arrivals like the Razor Mantis, who holds command authority?
So Corvidor should not have arrived yet. Quiet and the others had hidden underground by some other means.
"Mo Qiong!" Master Gou's expression turned solemn as he threw out another mass of Blazing Flame.
Mo Qiong nodded, wrapped it in Best Metal, and flung it with all his