"Extreme Realm?" Moros's face changed.
"Why am I here, Moros, you know best." Mephisto did not answer, instead, he said, "When my homeland was destroyed, I knew where you were."
Upon hearing this, the Chief Priest of the Ande Fulei Grand Temple knew that things could not end amicably today, "Mephisto, it's still not too late to regret." He signaled to his subordinates with an eye movement.
The Templar receiving the order thrust a sword towards Mephisto, but the Gray Sword Saint seemed oblivious, allowing the opponent's sword blade to pass through his body, "Little tricks won't save you, Moros, today you're doomed."
Everyone clearly saw this bizarre scene, in a gray world—just a moment ago it seemed they were in the hall of the Lockshbi Palace, but in the next moment, the whole world seemed to turn into a gray-white field. The Gray Sword Saint stood in the center of this field, the Templar's sword pierced him like it pierced through paper, or rather, a phantom.
