A Counterattack in the Face of Danger

"Let's leave, let's leave quickly," Yang Ling passed down an order in a low voice as he observed the Great Templar Elder that wore an ice-cold expression.

In the past, Fabris that trained to the peak of Low-Level Deity Stage, was so powerful, and the white-clothed Great Templar Elder had already trained until he became a Mid-Level Deity several thousand years ago. His power was greater by many folds, and if they didn't quickly retreat, they might be wiped out.

"Humph, it's only now that you want to retreat? It's too late." When the Great Templar Elder saw the Honorable Knights Team that suffered heavy casualties, and the heavily injured angels, his expression turned gloomy, and his white robe fluttered. Surging energy emanated from the Great Templar Elder, and it engulfed the whole of Saint Peter Castle.