The Saintess probably never dreamt that these people would actually strike at her; she would never believe it even if she were beaten to death.
Ye Ling was supposed to be standing right by her side, could she not even compare to a scoundrel thug?
Though she thought this, the Saintess suddenly lifted her Divine Staff, divine light flickering, and directly blasted the incoming five-clawed attack, with a piercing clangor of iron rings.
Thunk, thunk, thunk, the Saintess's body kept retreating explosively, her complexion slightly pale. Being forced to face the enemy in haste, she was somewhat at a disadvantage, at the very least not able to unleash her full strength.
And the powerhouse who ambushed the Saintess wasn't faring any better, with a swollen hand, and a ring of faint white mist swirling around the palm, hissing as it devoured the flesh and bones of the attacker.
