After using the Winter of Past, Destin Saint shouldn't even be present in the Middle Plains and would've recuperated in his den.
But because of the anomaly shown by Jacob, Destin Saint couldn't rest easy, not to mention that if he didn't do something, Immortal Nimrod would've succeeded in his schemes.
Thus, ever since Destin Saint had used that godly ability, he had been paying the price, as the backlash hadn't disappeared but had merely been suppressed.
Moreover, just maintaining this vessel within the Middle Plains while simultaneously suppressing that backlash had already consumed a tremendous portion of his attention.
Right now, he couldn't afford to waste more power, or recklessly fight, and allow his consciousness here to collapse. That was why everything had to be perfect this time, and now, it was, or at least, it should have been.
As Destin Saint's attention returned to Alexandra, he saw she had finally escaped Jacob, and the glyph on his forehead flickered.
