After killing the God Knight and the old Shaman, Han Shuo narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on the Light Pope and the demigod mage. As for the two Saint Archmages from the Ice and Snow God Temple, Han Shuo ignored them outright.
Partly, this was because their strength was meager, but more importantly, fear had already taken root in their hearts, leaving them with no will to fight. Even their desire for revenge had been crushed. Even if they had possessed strength equal to Han Shuo's, he would not have taken them seriously, let alone when they were merely two Saint Archmages.
From the moment the God Knight and the old Shaman charged at Han Shuo together, the Light Pope and the demigod mage had never stopped silently reciting their incantations. Only when Han Shuo pierced both the God Knight and the old Shaman with one hand did the two raise their heads and give them a pained look.
But it was only a look.
Immediately afterward, the Light Pope and the demigod mage lowered their eyes again and continued chanting something unknown. Their lengthy incantations were obscure and incomprehensible, their intonations heavy and oppressive, as though they were preparing some exceptionally terrifying killing move.
The God Knight and the old Shaman were dead. When Han Shuo turned his cold gaze toward the Light Pope and the demigod mage, he found that they were still silently reciting something, oblivious to anyone else. They seemed entirely unaware that Han Shuo stood before them, watching like a predator, ready to kill them at any moment.
Their single-minded concentration actually gave Han Shuo an ominous sense of unease. The feeling was sudden and strange. Rather than rashly attacking at once, he grew even more cautious.
The Light Pope and the demigod