Motan rolled his eyes. He had seen this situation coming early on. According to his observation, during the rather uncool brawl just now, the Goddess of Dawn had not gained any advantage at all. She had been hit in the chest several times, had her face covered with muck dozens of times, and had been kicked numerous times. She couldn't even win in a verbal argument. It was safe to say this was going decidedly against her favour to say the least.
"Won't it be dangerous to continue like this? What about Sister Xialian..." Yu Chen asked in a worried whisper. Although she herself hadn't been affected at all, she could feel that the Dawn Divine Power in the city was gradually fading. The Divine Arts Array under her feet, which had almost turned entirely black, was also conveying unsettling news. She was worried her saintly sister might be in danger.
