In an instant, the ground was pockmarked from the explosion of divine holy light, and the battlefield was shrouded in thick smoke and dust.
Yet Fang Heng suffered no fatal damage!
Ineffective! Still ineffective!
Seeing Fang Heng emerge once again from the dissipating smoke, Bati gradually calmed down.
Perhaps Fang Heng possessed some special ability that allowed him to be immune to their divine attacks?
Fang Heng continued to stare coldly at him, a hint of mockery on his face.
"Heh, why did you stop? Haven't you eaten?"
Fang Heng sneered, refraining from attacking while continuing to provoke Bati. He stole a glance at the game hint.
Although he had joined the battlefield, Abe Akaya in the altar behind him was still desperately absorbing the dimensional energy.
So, what he needed to do was simple.
He had to firmly lock the Holy Court's attention onto himself!
