"So close."
Tisiana's face turned deathly pale.
"Thank goodness for Miss Rosalia."
"We're family."
Phield narrowed his eyes.
"Besides, thanks to you, we got another Tier Three Divine Artifact."
"I'll find the perfect opportunity to give that Empress a little surprise."
"She really thinks I'm someone she can bully?"
"Hold on."
"As long as Phield loses consciousness, we'll be able to control the Nether Divine Chosen."
The Empress desperately poured more power into the grand formation.
Endless waves of demons continued pouring out.
"It seems low level demons are nowhere near enough to defeat them."
"I have no choice but to use my final trump card."
Riemann looked utterly confused.
"Then why not use a force above Tier Four?"
The Empress let out a cold laugh.
"The only reason I can still wield any power is because I'm absorbing Phield's Soul Power."
"I use that Soul Power to tear open the formation and release demons."
"He doesn't possess a Tier Four Divine Chosen."
