Gods Clash

"Stop her!"

"Get up there, quickly!"

"Don't let her through!"

Clutching his frost-numbed left hand, Wells fled toward the castle in panic while calling on the nearby Holy Army and Temple Warriors to surround and attack a silver-blue-haired woman.

Just as Wells was mobilizing his troops, the woman suddenly leaped out from the side and felled his guards in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that she was only a King-tier Troop, Wells had not cared at first. He cast a spell, intending to exchange a few blows with her.

In the past, relying on his two Extraordinary Grade talents, he had never been at a disadvantage, even when sparring with the territory's five Saints.

Who could have known that the moment Wells crossed hands with the blue-haired woman, he would be struck, a strange icy energy invading his body.

In the next instant, his left hand was frozen numb, and vicious ice spikes began jutting out of it.

In his panic, Wells used his talent to escape the battlefield and flee toward the castle, while beginning to question his life.

We are both King-tier. Why can't I even withstand one move from that woman?

Could those five Saints have been pretending when they fought me before?

"Lord, don't panic! I'm here to save you!"

Just as Wells was fleeing in disarray, a Saint riding a cheetah-like mount intercepted Leiya, who was pursuing him.

The Saint held a spear and wore glittering golden armor. Even the mount beneath him was clad in ornate armor, clearly a high-grade creation condensed from the Power of Faith.

"Bradley!"

"It's wonderful that you made it!"

"Kill that detestable woman at once! At any cost!"

When Wells saw that the newcomer was Bradley, his anxious heart immediately relaxed.

Bradley was the first Saint in the