Turbid Flow

The Astral Ancestor and the others had their eyes wide-open and mouths agape. Their minds were in a complete blank.

Tyrant's countenance was also grim, and a hint of despair like the struggles of an entrapped beast appeared in his eyes.

Even Lilia, who had the greatest confidence in Fang Xingjian amongst them, could not say a single word.

At this moment, the powers displayed by the Church of Universal Truth and the Phenomenal Saint had far surpassed their imaginations.

Only a hint of perplexity flashed on the Fourth Prince's face. It was because he knew that Fang Xingjian had attained tier six of the Divine level. Even if he was not a match for the Phenomenal Saint, he should not be defeated by just a single move.