Outside the golden solid wall, on a certain deserted island.
Colin and Mill, along with others, are temporarily resting here.
This island is quite large, but due to the lack of freshwater resources, it's uninhabited.
"Sorry to trouble everyone, but my injuries are too severe, I must recover immediately." Mill said softly in a natural cave on the island.
She held her abdomen with her hand, her face pale, explaining as she healed:
"There is a qualitative difference between the Divine Power mastered by the Divine's avatar and the sub-divine power mastered by followers.
Compared to sub-divine power, the Divine Power has a qualitative increase in lethality against the Spiritual Body of a Fourth Rank Wizard... that's why, under the same rank, Wizards usually lose against the Divine's avatar."
Saying this, Mill subconsciously glanced at Colin.
