Boom!
Dust spewed up in the air and a brilliant pillar of light rose up into the sky, shocking the whole city. The shield started to rapidly thin out.
The faith power of hundreds of thousands could only be burdened by a 6th Circle Saint or above entity.
This holy cross that bore the prayers for many years had been used as a replacement medium. Its destruction led the accumulated power to fizzle out. The divine array went offline, causing immediate panic.
"It's done!" Zevik laughed maliciously as he went around killing tens of priests.
Although he had been injured by Bors last night, handling those ranked lower than him was still no issue for someone of his caliber.
Only if he was surrounded by 4th circlers would he be in actual danger. Thus, when Jacob arrived at the prayer hall to assist the bishop, he still didn't retreat.
