But at the Platinum level, almost everyone is immortal, but having their soul taken away is a big problem.
Even with the intervention of the Holy Lord, who revived the soul through a wisp of it, the resources consumed were enormous.
Therefore, he piloted the Ironblood Fortress and led the Temple Knights in a swift retreat, while the remaining cardinals avoided the Soul River and launched attacks from a distance.
Darkness is not conducive to the release of one's domain, and one can only exert about 50% of one's combat power. The opponents all understand this, but with the help of the power of the Soul River, the vanguard of the Dawn lineage suffered a setback.
At this moment, on one side are the Ghost Palace and the Azure Sparrow Terrace, while on the other side are warships that are fleeing in all directions while flying kites, and the Ironblood Fortress that is number one in running away.
"Yes, it's about time."
Inside the badly damaged Ghost Palace, the man in black armor murmured to himself, staring at the more than two hundred warships that were retreating rapidly, a slight smile playing on his lips.
In the Qingque Terrace, an elegant man with green hair and red eyes held a jade fan in his hand, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
In an instant, dawn broke.
A crack appeared in one corner of the dark sky, and endless white light shone in.
Then, as dawn broke, a bright moon appeared above the warship.
Under the hazy moonlight, a long bridge spans the two worlds, its white marble railings flowing like a jade ribbon, resembling a rainbow lying on the water.
The shrine, the Twenty-Four Bridges, under the bright moon.
Meanwhile, to the astonishment of the crowd, a woman clad in battle armor stepped off the long bridge, emerging from another continent, heading towards the battlefield.
She was clad in golden armor, with long, strong legs, and wore a golden cloak. Her demeanor was noble, awe-inspiring, and unapproachable.
Her long, flowing black hair was tied into a ponytail, giving her a dashing and imposing presence.
As soon as she appeared, she unleashed a giant bell, which ruthlessly suppressed the enemy. The bell covered a vast area, and fifteen warships were instantly shattered, with only three managing to escape.
"puff!"
On the Ironblood Fortress, the Cardinal spat out a mouthful of blood. Behind him, the soulless hero pierced his back with a holy sword and immediately blocked the transmission of his mind and thoughts to prevent information leakage.
His lips twitched a few times as he stared at the scene in disbelief. What terrified him most was that the three methods of resurrection had been dismantled.
"The temple... a traitor..."
He wanted to say something to spread the news, but upon seeing the hero's indifferent face, he caught a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Instantly, his pupils contracted, and he breathed his last. His body was thrown into the Soul River, and even if the Goddess of Dawn were alive, she could not save him.
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