"Divine Power Shield!"
Nalant immediately summoned a shield empowered by divine power before him.
Rumble!
The sword light slammed into the transparent shield, instantly erupting with an ear-splitting boom.
The crimson blaze directly engulfed Nalant within it.
"Cough, cough!"
As the flames slowly dispersed, Nalant appeared before everyone, coughing lightly.
Fortunately, aside from those few coughs, Nalant was completely uninjured.
"Baron Nalant, get into the city!"
By this time, all of Nalant's subordinates had already entered the city. Seeing that he was unharmed, the high priests immediately called out to remind him in delight.
"Alright!" Hearing this, how could Nalant hesitate? He immediately flashed into the Holy City.
Boom!
As Nalant entered the Holy City, the gates in the wall closed once more.
Seeing this, the divine envoy in the sky wore a grim expression, his gaze fixed tightly on Nalant as he joined the high priests. Yet he did not attack again.
Although he could enter the Holy City at will, he would not do so unless absolutely necessary.
His strength was indeed formidable.
But no matter how powerful one was, unless one had reached the level of a true god, even a divine envoy had to act cautiously.
During invasions and conquests in years past, there had been cases of divine envoys being schemed against and killed by groups of not particularly powerful natives.
In truth, this was easy enough to understand—many ants could bite an elephant to death.
It was like in the battle games of his previous life: no matter how strong you became in the early game, if you dared to get cocky in the mid and late stages, charging deep alone without knowing when to advance or retreat—
Then there was a high chance you would be beaten to death by five enemies ganging