At this moment, the Hidden Saint's soul had weakened to the extreme.
The repeated bursts had continuously squeezed his essence dry.
Yet Naimus's doppelganger gave him no chance at all.
The Holy Son summoned the Sword of War. Sword intent brewed within the blade in his hand, drawing upon all the strength in his body. He was already prepared to perish together with the doppelganger.
"Don't panic!" The Hidden Saint's voice came at that moment.
"We still have one last trump card!"
Specks of light gathered around the Hidden Saint as massive amounts of Power of Faith were drawn forth.
The sky seemed to begin trembling.
A network stretching across heaven and earth seemed to appear around them.
The Grid!
At present, the God of Precepts' Saints were all weakened versions of their true selves.
Their true strength lay in obtaining Grid permissions, thereby completing the cycle of Holy Power and raising their endurance, explosive power, and more to another level.
Under normal circumstances, there was no way for a Saint to use the Grid without their god's permission.
That was a great transgression, a great act of disrespect.
But at a time like this, if a Saint was willing to sacrifice even his soul, there was naturally a slight chance that he could pry open the Grid.
Especially since the Hidden Saint himself specialized in faith and Holy Power.
In that instant, he stirred the existence of the Grid and forcibly obtained its permissions.
His Holy Power boiled and burned, then spread to the Holy Son.
"Go. Become a Saint!"
"Perhaps we will meet again one day!"
The Grid's power pulled at the Holy Son, swiftly taking him away and carrying out a small-scale teleportation.
After doing all this, the Hidden Saint felt that his death had not been