Four-Way Talks

The poison-faith method Naimus used earlier had indeed temporarily paralyzed the Grid spreading along with the arrival of the God of Precepts.

However, it had only worn down some of the Prayer-Ascendant Angels.

The stalemate remained unbroken.

To truly change all of this, taking a step further was still required.

As Naimus was thinking, a figure crossed the distance, and the target was none other than Naimus.

"A Saint!" Naimus raised his vigilance to the absolute maximum.

No Saint could be underestimated.

Even though Naimus had fooled a Saint earlier, he had merely exploited an information gap.

Under the present circumstances, no information gap existed whatsoever.

His previous attack had exposed his high-level understanding of the God of Precepts' faith and grid, and in a situation like this, dispatching a Saint to move directly against him meant one thing.

That Saint would hold back no misgivings and reserve no strength.

Under a full-out assault, he might not necessarily survive even a few rounds.

He had yet to figure out a solution, and the true situation had still not been thoroughly investigated, yet there was a chance he might be killed instead.

The problem handed down by the Will of the Abyss was indeed difficult.

However...

"I love it!" Naimus's wit and talent grew all the more active under such circumstances.

All sorts of thoughts and inspirations burst forth.

"The God of Precepts cannot act rashly right now." Naimus could roughly comprehend god-level combat at this moment.

Their powers involved the entire battlefield, forming node after node.

Unless these nodes shifted, any action on their part would create openings.

Having reached the mythological rank, their perception and observational powers had already attained the pinnacle state.

They comprehended the most supreme and varied kinds of information in this world.

No matter the