"In that case, let's see who has the stronger fist! Whoever has the stronger fist is right."
As soon as Renn finished speaking, an invisible slash flew towards Jokic's neck.
Jokic's hair stood on end, and he drew a longsword from his magical artifact to shield himself.
clang--!
Sparks flew from the longsword, and the immense power of the strike sent Jokic flying back several meters, leaving a dent in the white ground beneath his feet.
"Madman!" Jokic cursed under his breath.
Jokic continued to fend off the incoming spatial slashes, fighting and retreating towards the Second Elder's palace.
With Renn blocking their way, it was impossible to reach the Pope's palace. Their only option was to find the Second Elder, the strongest among them, and see if they could join forces with the Second Elder to resist Renn.
But what Jokic didn't expect was that he overestimated his own abilities.
Before he could get very far, an invisible spatial slash severed Jokic's right calf.
"Ah!!" Jokic stared at his severed leg with a look of utter disbelief.
He was a mid-level sixth-tier warrior, and his physical body was his greatest strength. He never expected that a single slash would sever his calf.
Ignoring his severed leg, Jokic used his fighting spirit to stop the bleeding and became even more cautious of Renn's unpredictable spatial slashes.
Looking at the disheveled Jokic on the ground, Renn grinned, releasing some of the raging anger in his heart.
Run away! I suppose Joan of Arc was subjected to this kind of imprisonment and torture back then...
If Renn hadn't wanted to play around a bit longer, Jokic would have had his head chopped off by Renn's fourth strike.
Before long, Jokic looked at a palace not far away with hope in his eyes.
"Tristan! Help me!!" Jokic roared at the palace, disregarding all gentlemanly manners.
Renn scoffed, and as Jokic cried for help, countless spatial slashes were unleashed upon him once more.
The next moment, beams of light shot out from one side of the palace, annihilating all of Raine's spatial slashes.
Renn turned his head and saw an old man with white hair, wearing a long white robe with gold thread and holding a magic staff, flying out of the palace.
Jokic quickly flew to the old man's side while Ryan and the old man were facing off.
Seeing Jokic's mangled body, Second Elder Tristan gently waved his magic wand, sending a surge of light magic into Jokic's body to heal him.
Tristan knew that a battle with Renn was inevitable, so he just looked at Renn without saying a word.
Renn also stared at Tristan, and for the first time in a long time, he became serious in front of this sixth-level advanced old man.
"Lock!" A golden light flashed in Raine's eyes.
The space around Tristan suddenly felt incredibly heavy, trapping him within a square space.
Tristan narrowed his eyes, muttered incantations, and a magic circle appeared on his magic wand.
[Apocalypse - The Flood of Holy Light]
As Tristan waved his magic staff, a torrent of holy light burst forth, directly assimilating the spatial magic that had been sealing him into light magic.
The torrent of holy light, unleashed from its own seal, continued its unabated advance towards Renn.
Faced with the overwhelming torrent of holy light, Raine conjured a dark elemental greatsword in his hand and slashed at the oncoming flood of holy light.
The torrent of holy light abruptly ceased.
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