Shadow Wing only felt the restraints on him suddenly lighten.
The devoured divine power and dragon power quickly recovered to their peak.
He instinctively let out a low roar of relief, his ice-blue dragon eyes looking unbelievably at the figure in the sky, filled with the shock of surviving a catastrophe and… an almost instinctive, fervent piety!
Of course, he had never seen this avatar of Obsidian, but that didn't stop him from recognizing his worshipped deity at a glance.
Although that existence radiated divine power fluctuations completely different from Obsidian, Shadow Wing still recognized the other party's identity immediately, relying on the faith connection between a believer and a deity!
The sense of stagnation on the battlefield had not completely disappeared, but Shadow Wing had regained his freedom!
He flapped his wings suddenly, his massive dragon body stirring up howling winds, breaking free from the remaining ashes and dust.
Shadow Wing re-ascended into the sky, circling below Lin Mo, transforming into the most loyal guardian, as always.
It was only then that the thoughts of the guard soldiers and priests below, who had been enveloped by the sense of stagnation, struggled to break free from the mire.
They witnessed the chains shattering, saw Shadow Wing's liberation, and even saw the black dragon shadow in the sky radiating a soul-shaking fluctuation!
Tranquility and might, two completely opposite auras, coexisted on the same being.
Fear spread rapidly in their hearts like a plague.
This figure merely hovered there, yet the might it exuded was far more profound and irresistible than Shadow Wing's conquering deterrence.
"Wh-what is that?!" The guard commander's voice trembled uncontrollably for the first time.
On the high ground, the indifference on Hamur's face was finally completely shattered.
Blood on his arm began to flow again, runes flashed wildly, as he resisted the omnipresent stagnation and might with all his strength.
He stared fixedly at Lin Mo in the sky, his eyes filled with a mixture of horror, anger, and a deeper fear.
"An alien god! It's that alien god!" Hamur roared hoarsely, his voice distorted by extreme pressure.
He suddenly plunged the ritual dagger back into the wound on his left arm, and more blood gushed out, flowing into the runes beneath his feet!
"Matos! My Lord! Your enemy has appeared! Please unleash divine punishment and crush this blasphemer!"
As he sacrificed blood and called out, the blurry Mammoth head phantom in the sky fluctuated violently!
Matos's will was completely awakened, and bone-chilling power gathered frantically!
The Mammoth head became even more solid, and the eerie blue soul fire in its hollow eye sockets burned even more furiously!
It opened its massive mouth, formed of ice and storm, and let out a silent yet soul-shshattering roar!
Its target was directly Lin Mo in the sky!
A terrifying power of ice, enough to freeze souls and tear the earth, condensed frantically within the Mammoth phantom's mouth, even freezing the surrounding air!
Divine war, on the verge of breaking out!
Lin Mo hovered in the air, facing the terrifying blow condensed from Matos's divine power, and in his deep dragon eyes, there was finally a faint trace of… boredom?
As if he was just watching a dull performance.
He still did not assume any combat stance; only the long spiritual light pattern flowing from his dragon neck to his tail seemed a touch brighter than before.
However, behind that Mammoth phantom, the true Matos was already terrified beyond belief!
Lin Mo's calm, almost indifferent demeanor, his silent methods, and the strange "weight" that enveloped the battlefield, seemingly even capable of slowing down time… all revealed a simple and cruel truth:
That was a terrifying existence far beyond his imagination!
This was by no means an opponent he could easily defeat, or even one he could escape from unscathed!
Matos, a loa whose power was maintained by faith and fear, instinctively sought advantage and avoided harm.
He had to escape! Immediately! Right now!
He wanted to immediately sever his connection with Hamur, letting this projection self-destruct or dissipate, even if it meant losing some power, to preserve his core self!
However, in Lin Mo's deep dragon eyes, that faint trace of "boredom" quietly faded, replaced by a kind of all-knowing… amusement.
Just as the ice breath condensed by Matos was about to erupt, and just as he was about to use this recoil to break the connection—
Lin Mo spoke.
His voice was not a deafening dragon roar, but rather it seemed to resonate directly in the depths of the souls of all intelligent beings, clear, peaceful, and even carrying an inexpressible… laziness, yet imbued with undeniable divine might:
"Matos."
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