Amid Bossivale's coughing, Horus finally saw Rod not far away.
He spread his arms, and the stronger, deeper Spiritual Power released from his soul swept through the entire room like a storm, directly suppressing his Spiritual Power.
Horus opened his eyes wide, looking at Rod in disbelief.
His massive Spiritual Power wave clutched him like a pair of large hands, covering his Spiritual Power within his soul.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
"This... This is level 16 Spiritual Power, Absolute Spiritual Power strength exceeding 1.4 million millis... Impossible, this is impossible, how long have I slept? Ten years, twenty years, or a hundred years? Is our kingdom still called Trolian? Has the light of the fire already illuminated the Main Continent?"
Bossivale coughed once.
"Archbishop, since you began receiving the legacy of the Holy King, not much time has passed. In fact, this year is still 1326 in the Tesrivian Calendar."
