Beneath the divine flames of light, a faint layer of white radiance appeared around the Divine Envoy. He was utterly bedraggled. He had prided himself on his wealth of combat experience, yet Dole had slapped him across the face again and again. This time, he had been sent flying by a single slash. If not for Absolute Protection, this projected avatar of his would have been finished on the spot.
He struggled to steady himself in the sky, staring coldly at Dole, who was still within the atmosphere and as tiny as an ant.
He wanted to spit out some harsh words, only to realize that they were already close to space, where sound could not travel. He could only gather his power again and charge back toward the atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Dole raised his head to watch the Divine Envoy in the sky, counting the time.
From the moment he had attacked to the moment his opponent had been blasted away, then—
One second, two seconds.
Five seconds.
The instant five seconds were up.
The Light Divine Envoy felt that he had merely been careless. How could someone from the lower realm possibly use such a trick and strike his avatar? That was absolutely impossible. He had to have been careless.
He plunged fiercely into the atmosphere. The look in his eyes as he gazed at Dole had changed from lofty disdain into a vicious expression bent on killing him.
Standa was still below, and several level-nines were still down there waiting for the two of them to decide the victor. With so many level-nines watching, he had lost all face.
Standa was indeed waiting. The other level-nines were also watching one another warily, none of them making a move. They were waiting for the Divine Envoy's result.
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