Whoosh!
"Ugh!"
A sharp golden gleam slashed across the left arm, breaking through the defense shield above. Yeats grunted in pain, his thoughts interrupted.
"You must destroy the Witch Array now!" the Pope's voice came again from the sky.
Yeats's expression gradually twisted into one of madness, and the obscure golden light in his eyes almost completely filled his pupils, "Everyone shall bow before the Divine, including you!"
He charged at Lance with a furious shout!
Lance was not the least bit afraid; as a genius wizard, he had never been afraid of Yeats!
"Damn it!"
But at that moment, Ryden's voice suddenly erupted with a violent roar from the distance.
"I'm coming to assist you!"
Looking back, he saw a bishop had successfully breached Ryden's defenses with the help of his allies and was now charging towards the Solid Wall Witch Array!
A gleam of joy flashed across Yeats's face, "You take care of this wizard; I'll go and destroy the Solid Wall Witch Array!"
