Delicate hands lightly waved in the air, and the two figures leaping into the sky instantly froze, their Spiritual Clothes dispersing, Spiritual Pressure sealed, their entire bodies unable to move.
At the same time, the foot adorned with a Golden Ring floated above the void, and the Goddess, wearing Divine golden skirt, appeared soundlessly in the center of the battlefield.
Xia Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, ready to use Black Crow feathers at any moment.
Archbishop Aus also lifted his head in surprise, voicing his confusion, "Goddess? These arrogant fools are not worthy of your intervention; let me exterminate them—ha—"
Mid-sentence, the Archbishop suddenly clutched his throat as the chill of death descended. His murky eyes were full of shock and terror, and he looked up, drawing in a painful gasp.
"Goddess?!" The Archbishop's hands bulged with veins as he reached out toward the center of the battlefield, his throat emitting an angry roar, "What are you doing!"
