Chapter 938: Dreamful Holy Domain

"I'll help you!"

In the sky, the Purple Cloud Holy Son finally acted.

The Sea Dowager refused to intervene, which infuriated the Purple Cloud Holy Son.

But they were a Holy Domain—even if he was the strongest Holy Son of the Church, possessing legendary power, he had no way to touch them.

On the Continent of Gods, a Holy Domain holds such transcendent status!

The Purple Cloud Holy Son joined the battle against the Imperial Princess.

And in the sky, at this moment, winds rose and clouds churned.

A brilliant, radiant channel slammed open.

Seeing this, the Purple Cloud Holy Son's face lit up with joy: "The god is finally sending a manifestation!"

If a holy spirit were to descend, it wouldn't cause such commotion.

Such a commotion can only mean a manifestation is descending.

The commotion in the sky brought sighs of relief to the mages of the Purple Cloud Empire, who had been utterly suppressed.

Especially the Archmages.

These Archmages were utterly frustrated—if it were other empires' flying beast units, they wouldn't have feared them at all.

But who could blame them? The Flame Empire's winged folk were equipped with superior gear and possessed overwhelming strength.

Each of these winged folk had Third or Fourth Rank power, and some even reached Fifth or Sixth Rank, wielding specially forged enchanted crossbows crafted by dwarves—posing a grave threat to them.

And they were fast—easily dodging spells, and even when they couldn't dodge, their armor effectively blocked magic.

Hundreds of powerful Archmages, unleashing their full power, should have been able to suppress a million troops—yet they were driven into chaos by just a few thousand winged folk.

In such a short time, dozens had already fallen, and many more were wounded.

"The god is sending a manifestation—the tide of battle can turn!"

The Archmages all sighed in relief.

"The god has finally joined the fight! The Night Eternal Empire's god is surely overwhelmed right now, isn't he? You're finished!"

The Purple Cloud Empire's Imperial Prince began again.

He now firmly believed this army was from the Night Eternal Empire.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain why the Purple Cloud Empire was being utterly crushed.

Only the Night Eternal Empire's army could possibly have such power.

In the Imperial Prince's view, the Night Eternal Empire was currently besieged by countless empires—its god, facing the influx of divine manifestations, was surely overwhelmed!

On the ground, however, few warriors noticed the commotion in the sky.

The battle on the ground was simply too fierce.

The Purple Cloud Empire's front line had nearly collapsed in a short time, and the warriors originally in the front, now pushed to the rear, kept rushing forward to fill the gaps.

Meanwhile, the Temple Knights had joined the fray, and massive mage corps entered battle—the entire battlefield was filled with flying spells and shouts of battle.

Yet the Purple Cloud Empire's formation still could not reverse the situation!

They were now relying entirely on their numerical advantage, with fresh troops constantly rushing forward to slow the Flame Empire's advance.

But over time, they simply couldn't sustain such losses.

Moreover, in such a short time, one formation had already collapsed.

That was the formation facing the dwarf giants.

As soon as combat began, that formation was utterly devastated.

Also, the Flame Empire's centaur warriors had not yet deployed.

After the channel in the sky appeared, it rapidly expanded, and then a stern-faced man stepped out from it.

When he emerged, the entire battlefield trembled.

It was the trembling caused by his rules merging with the rules of the Continent of Gods.

This man carried terrifying power—he did not, like the Purple Gold Empire's Seya God, spend days after manifesting to draw power from the Continent of Gods.

That was why he caused such a massive disturbance.

"Our god has descended!"

Seeing the man, the Grand Bishop from the small empire beside the Purple Cloud Empire cried out in excitement.

This man was the manifestation of Yuer, the great god of the Purple Cloud Pantheon.

As soon as Yuer's manifestation appeared, he took a step forward and attacked Sister Qing Ling.

Sister Qing Ling, who was already battling other divine forces, sensed Yuer's manifestation approaching and raised her hand, launching a spell at him.

Yuer's manifestation showed no expression; he merely brushed his hand lightly, erasing Sister Qing Ling's attack.

"This manifestation is strong!"

Seeing this, Sister Qing Ling quickly retreated, preparing to join Lucine in confronting Yuer's manifestation.

Yuer's manifestation pursued without a word, his right hand continuously sweeping.

With each sweep, spell after spell struck—Sister Qing Ling couldn't block them all.

Instant spellcasting is the privilege of gods; Yuer's battle manifestation naturally could cast instantly, but Sister Qing Ling could not.

"Saintess, Lucine, you two handle this old man—I'll take him!"

Seeing this, Meng Ying said.

The Purple Cloud Empire's Holy Domain, Gabriel, was now being crushed by Meng Ying—even his Holy Domain power couldn't turn the tide; Sister Qing Ling and Lucine together were more than enough to handle him.

Sister Qing Ling and Lucine swiftly moved toward her.

Meng Ying raised her hand and launched a flame blast toward Yuer's manifestation.

Yuer's manifestation remained expressionless; he simply raised his hand and blocked Meng Ying's attack.

But immediately, Meng Ying's next attack came, and behind it came an endless stream of attacks.

Meanwhile, Qing Ling and Lucine had swiftly closed in, and Saint Uriel, who had just thought he could catch his breath, was instantly plunged into a surrounded assault.

"Keep praying for the power of the gods!"