What stuck in their throats even more were the Elf Queen's earlier words.
"The Ancient Angel's power has already been suppressed by the World Tree. Although it wasn't brought into balance immediately, it will gradually decline over time. As long as we hold out until then, we'll win!"
Had the mighty Ancient Angel really been suppressed by the World Tree's power?
Would it only grow weaker and weaker if they kept waiting?
Would they inevitably be the ones to lose in the end?
Thoughts churned through the minds of many senior members of the Three Gods Church.
They fought, and half an hour passed...
Over that half hour.
Both the Gods' Allied Army and the Elf Allied Army suffered considerable casualties.
Clashes between powerhouses changed the color of heaven and earth and stirred the winds and clouds.
But the battle between the Ancient Angel and Xiluo remained the most eye-catching of all.
The battle between this angel and dragon had clearly changed compared to the beginning.
At first, Xiluo had been utterly suppressed and beaten, while the Ancient Angel could even spare considerable power to deal with the elves.
But now.
That monster, Xiluo Utrasis, was already beginning to suppress the Ancient Angel!
Although he had no power to spare to deal with the Gods' Allied Army, this was already terrifying enough.
Kekayin, Pope of the Church of the God of Holy Light, was driven back by Gordon once again. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched fully a thousand dragon figures darting through the sky around the Ancient Angel.
As those figures continually bombarded and disrupted the Ancient Angel with storms, ocean water, and thunder, even actively engaging it in close combat and suppressing it, his heart kept sinking.
This is bad! Bad! Terribly bad!
*That Evil