Now, this force has become his last straw for survival.
"Judgment!"
Delir let out an angry roar, the broken church body erupted with dazzling white light.
This light pierced towards the Gulping Mouth like a sharp sword, leaving deep scorch marks on its enormous maw.
"Ahhh! Damn Holy Light!"
Harlem retreated in pain, the saliva in his mouth turning into painful blood:
"You traitor... still harboring strength..."
But this counterattack also exhausted Delir's last strength.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his consciousness started to blur.
The predators around were startled by this sudden attack.
They originally thought Delir was already fish on the chopping board, not expecting such a strong counterattack ability.
"Damn... these guys haven't completely lost their combat power..."
Sarlin reassessed the prey's level of danger:
"Looks like a more cautious approach is needed..."
Nicholas also paused his steps, beginning to reformulate a capture strategy.
