The Paladin who had wounded Han Shuo hesitated as he watched Han Shuo turn and fly toward Lawrence. He did not rashly give chase.
In the direction Han Shuo was flying, besides Cross Sword Saint Carola, there was now also the Spatial Saint Archmage Sabocas. With two Saint-level experts there, the Paladin clearly had his reservations until their Earth Saint Archmage Dempus fully recovered.
Since even the Paladin dared not act rashly, the experts beside Dempus from the Church of Light and Ashburn and the First Prince's faction naturally would not be foolish enough to rush over to their deaths. Thus, they could only watch Han Shuo deliver his threats and fly swiftly toward Lawrence.
By now, Lawrence's mansion had been reduced to rubble by the battle between two Saint-level experts and the Earth Rift Spell. Everywhere they looked, collapsed buildings and devastation filled their sight.
The servants, laborers, and maids at Lawrence's mansion had all been slaughtered earlier. Now, fewer than ten trusted followers remained beside Lawrence. In contrast, even after their losses to the Earth Rift Spell, the enemy still had nearly four hundred formidable experts of various professions. The sound of pounding hooves drew steadily closer from afar, as though more reinforcements were coming.
Earth Saint Archmage Dempus exhaled softly. Wisps of purple light drifted out of his body, carrying a bone-chilling cold with them.
Dempus was, after all, a Saint Archmage whose mastery of mental power had reached an extraordinary level. The initial invasion of cold could chill or even freeze his body, but once he recovered his bearings and used his mental power to expel it, the cold clearly could not take his life.
Moreover, before the cold from the Demon-Slaying Edge entered his body, he had already blocked it twice with magic. Only a