"A God level powerhouse…" Saint Dul'Akharat said grimly. He had already suspected as much, but secretly, he was fervently hoping that he was wrong, and that the God level shield Primal Golden Dragon Soul had earlier was merely an ancient artifact with the remnant power of a dead God.
But apparently not.
The other remaining Primals could only gulp and swallow their salivas.
There was absolutely nothing they could do or contribute.
In a discussion involving Saints and Gods, they were pushed all the way down to become mere soldiers.
Elite soldiers, maybe, but soldiers, nonetheless.
"Yes. I suspect that the Shadow Overlord that Primal Golden Dragon Soul mentioned is Blytoros, God of Tricks." Primal Alexander said.
"This Blytoros, just how powerful is he?" Saint Dul'Akharat asked directly.
