Facing Anvis's inscrutable calm demeanor, the newly descended Archbishops immediately felt provoked, with guarded and cold expressions in their eyes.
"Goodbye? You're not going anywhere!"
Saint Messia III furrowed his brows, his crystal-like right hand lifting directly, reaching towards Anvis.
Simultaneously, a vast and irresistible force field descended like a collapsing sky, with blinding, blazing white Holy Light instantly enveloping the entire mountaintop, causing the space to subtly crystallize.
Divine grace like the sea, divine might like a prison!
But just as Saint Messia III's power approached Anvis, a faint silver light suddenly emanated from Anvis's body.
This light was very gentle, yet the surrounding dazzling Holy Light seemed as if it belonged to a different world, unable to overshadow its radiance.
