Pope Heidens's expression was far from pleasant. In fact, it was downright ugly.
All the Saint-level experts the Church had stationed in Fenlai City, aside from the Inquisition, the Zealots, and the Ascetics, had gathered at the Royal Palace in Fenlai.
Heidens looked at the figure before him, clutching his chest and breathing weakly. "Mora, tell me what you saw."
Though the Descended Angel before him was only a Four-Winged Angel, he still possessed Saint-level strength.
Yet in a single exchange, the other side had grievously wounded him without even seeming to use his full strength.
The Saint-level experts who had come to the Holy Capital tonight were at least Saint-level Peak.
Hopefully, they were only at Saint-level Peak.
If one of them had reached Saint-level Limit, even the Radiant Church would have no choice but to let the matter rest.
"Your Holiness!" Mora bowed slightly, his expression grim. "I didn't get a clear look. The other side was incredibly powerful and didn't seem to be from the Yulan Continent."
The Descended Angel's words made Heidens's expression change dramatically.
"Are you sure?" Heidens pressed him. "Someone from a Higher Plane? But he only had Saint-level strength!"
Faced with Heidens's questions, Mora could only shake his head.
After all, the current Yulan Plane had only two races: humans and Magical Beasts.
But the one he had encountered tonight had horns, scales, and a tail. He was clearly a Dragonman.
"Could he have escaped from the Plane Prison?" the Legion Commander of the Holy Knight Order suddenly asked. "Every so often, people escape from the Plane Prison. It's nothing unusual."
"But what grudge did he have against Clayde?" another Saint-level expert immediately asked. "Perhaps he wasn't after Clayde at all. Maybe he came for the Church."
At that, every Saint-level expert present