Bishop Michael lifted that obsidian saw sword, filled with a barbaric aura and stained with the blood of countless people and fierce beasts of the wilderness, between the "firmament" and the "ocean" and leaped into the air.
In a trance, it seemed as though the roar of a jaguar resonated in people's ears.
Guatamuz, the Heroic Spirit of the last Jaguar Warrior residing in this sword, emitted a silent roar, making each serration on the obsidian sword appear as the sharpest fang.
Compared to Jeanne's holy radiance, the even more intense and frenzied Holy Flame enveloped the entire figure of Archbishop Michael.
At this moment, the power displayed by Archbishop Michael almost reached the same level as Jeanne in her "Holy Body" state.
The magic dragon in the sky paused its futile breaths, its massive golden eyes watching Bishop Michael who seemed to be courting death. Yet, on its majestic dragon face, there was still an endless indifference.
