"Do you know what 'a trap from heaven and earth' truly means?"
Orson's eyes were locked on Jenonis like blades of light. The Archangel gritted his teeth, swinging his sword in frustration to push back Darkbo, ready to hurl another divine curse in rage.
Darkbo, the Demon God War Saint, might lack the raw stat superiority that came from wielding an Artifact like Jenonis, but his battle instincts had been honed through countless wars. Even the God-Emperor Gaedashiram had once spoken of him with awe.
Like a bloodthirsty shadow, Darkbo clung to Jenonis with relentless pressure, keeping him from regaining composure or spewing more sanctimonious threats.
Orson raised a hand, wagged his finger mockingly at the Archangel, and chuckled.
"When I speak, it doesn't require your commentary. Be a good little bird and just listen."
