Gideon Zavala and the others had been covertly guarding Braydon Neal prior to the chaos.
However, as the great calamity unfolded, they stood idly by, mere spectators.
There was undoubtedly a rationale behind their inaction.
Nonetheless, Gideon made a swift entrance and exit.
"Possessing a spirit artifact means nothing," remarked the middle-aged divine, his tone icy. "Should you dare impede my path today, your demise is assured!"
With a swift swoosh, he launched another attack.
Braydon's thoughts turned to the two banished immortals.
In this moment, he could only harness their power to confront a divine.
With a movement akin to teleportation, Braydon darted forward.
His speed was truly staggering.
Silver wings unfurled from his back, leaving a long black trail in the air as he tore through space.
Braydon's velocity reached an astonishing 3,000 meters per second.
