The ferocious evil devotee was obliterated almost in an instant.
The other divine devotees trailing behind Thomas and his companions stood frozen in shock. They stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. What kind of terrifying power was this?
In a single encounter, those dark god devotees didn't even have a chance to react before they were completely annihilated.
It felt like a dream—utterly surreal.
If not for the carnage that littered the battlefield—the blood-soaked ground and the pungent stench of iron hanging heavy in the air—they might've believed they had imagined the entire scene.
It was just too unbelievable.
They vividly recalled their own gods warning them repeatedly: should they ever encounter other dark god devotees, they were to go all out. The enemy devotees were not to be underestimated.
