A vague silhouette, just barely discernible as a black-armored swordsman, shot into the storm vortex like light, casually shattering the divine arts Wind Prison cast by the two angels, rescuing Maya.
Upon seeing this, Denis's eyes narrowed.
"It's him, the Dusk Palace Master."
Though he was a weak wild god on the fringe of the astral world, due to his followers in the Belief Land, he was quite well-informed and had naturally heard of the Dusk Palace Master's exploits.
Whether it's slaying level 9, or assembling to kill level 10s, he knew all of it.
Denis understood well that this being, regardless of his future potential to become a world-shaking figure, was someone he couldn't afford to provoke.
As a small figure in the astral world, surviving thus far, he naturally understood the Path of Following the Heart.
Although the astral world is a giant, throughout history, some weak god who lacks strength and keeps jumping around the Multidimensional Plane is the easiest to fall...
