The tiny infant figure descended with boundless holy light, brilliant and majestic, carrying an imposing presence that dared not be looked at directly.
At the moment this figure appeared, the expressions of Chen Yuan and the others changed. He immediately stopped the impending killing of the sinister star in his heart.
The three bishops by his side had already fallen to the ground, their left hands unhesitatingly inserted into their own chests, but the boundless pain could not conceal the joy in their eyes.
The arrival of the Holy Son meant they no longer needed to kill high-level believers or sever their fingers to survive. This immense power of faith would be at their disposal, creating more and stronger Divine Grace.
Chen Yuan's eyes held an inexplicable contemplation as he half-knelt on the ground, looking up at the figure in the holy light, loudly proclaiming.
"The Divine Son descends, the Muddy World shall be cleansed!!"
At the end of his words.
Rumble!!!
