"Cough, cough, cough...!"
The God-Blessed Archbishop Ude coughed violently.
More and more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Yes, the Dragon Cult Leader's divine power was indeed weak divine power.
But His foundation ran deep, and His true strength had already approached that of a mid-level god.
Ude had originally believed he could easily suppress and drive Him away, but the moment they clashed, he realized he had been wrong.
In the end, Golden Unfallen suffered a devastating loss.
Even with several demigods severely injured, they had only managed to leave the Dragon Cult Leader lightly wounded.
In the end, he had no choice but to secretly give the order to open a tiny gap in the formation and deliberately let Him leave.
Without Salia-Na's divine support, they would sooner or later be finished if the fight continued.
Now, more than half of the demigods had suffered grave injuries.
They had to seek outside assistance.
Thinking this, Ude took a handkerchief from a church servant and wiped the blood from his mouth.
Then he lifted a cup of shimmering green Crescent Holy Water and drained it in one gulp.
His injuries were temporarily brought under control.
The lingering divine power of the Dragon Cult Leader would cause continuous corrosive damage.
For weak divine power to purge the corrosion of weaker divine power, he would need to enter seclusion for at least half a month.
Before that, he had to seek help from the central groups of the northern, western, and central regions.
At the same time, he needed to urge Tuck, the chief municipal official, to send a request for aid to the Sultan's imperial city.
As members of the same royal bloodline, the current young Sultan had a close relationship with Prince Ayub.
He had even stayed