On the battlefield at that moment, aside from the two Knight Commanders at the highest point, the Venerable Lord's side, led by Yang Yuanhong, had already gained the upper hand across all three battlefields.
The temple's forces were gradually falling into despair beneath the ceaselessly descending green light.
How were they supposed to fight this?
After exhausting every scheme and every means, they had finally managed to batter an opponent into severe injury and send them fleeing, only for that person to return moments later with their wounds fully healed.
Against the Venerable Lord's forces, as long as they could not be killed, they would keep returning beneath that green light.
By this point in the battle, most of the temple cultivators could not help but wonder about something.
Could such heaven-defying power truly belong to an heretic?
At that moment, Yang Yuanhong's words before the battle echoed through everyone's minds once more.
Without the pressure from the Knight Commanders, the seeds of doubt in their hearts grew beyond all restraint.
After becoming suspicious, quite a few began fighting while retreating, putting on the appearance of being overwhelmed when they were actually preparing to flee at any moment.
Lorraine and Mont keenly noticed this. The twelve Knight Candidates had already been slaughtered by the two of them working together, and the situation on this battlefield was stable. It was time to do that thing.
The two flapped the wings behind them and flew toward the battlefield higher up.
"Damn it, what the hell is that thing on this heretic? Even after such relentless bombardment, it still won't break!"
At that moment, a brown-haired Judgment Divine Envoy muttered inwardly, "And those ray spells—does he have endless power inside him? How can he keep firing them without limit?"
"Sigh... I knew this