Only a cloud of dust fluttered across the scene, along with the scorching heat left by the fla.
"It ran away!"
McCarthy brushed aside the dust in front of him and walked forward, but there was no sign of the Storm Elent King anymore.
Ogatlon on the ground was also rescued, the visitor’s purpose was purely to save, with no intention of confrontation.
"Damn it!"
McCarthy cursed softly, glanced at the gravely injured Yohad who was near unconsciousness, and chose not to pursue, instead turning back to fly inside Kuhan City with him.
In the sky, Regina and Acatus saw this and could only follow suit.
Now is not the ti for pursuit; after this battle, they realized that the Beastn side also hid Holy Rank powers beyond their imagination.
At the city gates, the guards witnessed an astonishing Holy Rank battle, each of them was shocked speechless until an officer ca to his senses and called them back.
"Stop standing around dumbfounded! Quickly gear up! Prepare for the line of defense! The Beastn could attack at any mont!"
The soldiers, waking from a dream, took up their shields and spears, all gathering at the collapsed part of the city wall, nervously making ready for battle.
The situation on the Beastn side wasn’t much better.
These Beastn, though rash, held a reverence for strength.
Having just witnessed a peak duel of this world’s powers, they were as stunned as the human soldiers, each one gaping wide-eyed.
Contrary to what the human commander predicted, these Beastn did not rush forward.
Instead, they received orders to retreat, with Beast Race officers urging them back a distance, awaiting further commands.
Evidently, the Beast Race suffered no small losses from the fight earlier, avoiding recklessly entering combat.
In the city, after bringing Yohad back, McCarthy went straight to the Bright Church, where a few remaining priests were stationed.
"Holy— Holy Demon Master Lord... wh— what is... ah! How... what happened to him..."
At the entrance, a nun saw the hurried McCarthy, and upon seeing Yohad he was carrying, she was imdiately taken aback.
anwhile, before McCarthy could speak, several priests noticed the situation here and were greatly startled.
"Lord Yohad!!"
These were priests brought by the dwarves, similarly positioned in the church to heal the wounded.
Now suddenly seeing the miserable condition of their king, they could no longer sit idly, imdiately surrounding him.
"Careful! He’s very badly injured!"
McCarthy and the others gently settled Yohad down, as soone urgently began examining his wounds.
The injuries Yohad sustained were more severe than imagined.
His body bore four large wounds and dozens of smaller wounds, with blood still streaming out continually.
However, these seemingly fatal injuries weren’t the main concern.
The true issue causing distress was so golden marks affixed to Yohad’s wounds, which prevented them from healing.
"Such refined fighting spirit... Who on earth is this person, possessing such pure energy..."
Seeing the golden marks, McCarthy’s expression turned exceedingly grave.
Even with his strength, he might not possess such refined power; how could such a formidable being exist among the Beastn?
Several dwarf priests beside him also furrowed their brows.
They attempted nurous dispersal thods but could not affect those golden marks at all.
"This is likely a form of curse; with our strength, we cannot remove it for now... But this ans Lord Yohad’s injuries could worsen, and if it continues like this, eventually..."
Sweat surged onto the dwarf priest’s forehead; speaking, his anxiety grew.
"Damn it! Who did this! I want to slaughter that bastard!"
A hot-tempered dwarf priest imdiately rolled up his sleeves to rush out, but was eventually dragged back by his rational companion.
"Holy One!"
The nun’s voice rang out again at the entrance, as Regina and Acatus arrived.
"This is a high-level curse... Ordinary ans are hard to deal with... If even Light Magic can’t dispel it, Natural Magic might also struggle to be effective..."
Regina also checked Yohad’s injuries and promptly turned her gaze to Acatus beside her.
"Although I know the chances are slim, Acatus, I hope you can make an attempt; in the realm of Natural Magic, you are more proficient than ."
Perhaps hearing his niece’s last words, Acatus, who often clashed with Regina and Yohad, nodded decisively.
Extending a hand, he emitted a flicker of green light from his palm, placing it close to Yohad’s wound covered in golden marks.
The next mont, the green light and gold marks intermingled, erupting waves of energy fluctuations, as a sense of scorching filled the air.
"Ah!!!"
On the sickbed, Yohad was awakened by pain, then fainted again.
"No, no! This is causing too much harm to Lord Yohad!"
Seeing the large area of burnt flesh, the dwarf priest urgently called to stop.
Acatus also secretly shook his head.
"This curse is extrely potent; my Natural Magic also likely can’t dispel it..."
Though he was at odds with McCarthy, it wouldn’t lead to slack on this matter, especially when everyone would later face the arrival of the True God together.
McCarthy gritted his teeth, lost and pondering, when suddenly, sensing sothing, his gaze turned to the entrance.
"Holy— Holy One..."
The nun’s voice repeated once more.
She was already quite flustered; it’s her first ti seeing so many Holy Ones gathered together.
Zhang Xiaoman stepped into the church, his gaze imdiately locking onto the crowd gathered there.
Earlier he was arranging formations in the city, only to receive McCarthy’s urgent ssage, summoning him quickly to the church.
Zhang Xiaoman didn’t delay, promptly setting aside his matters and hurrying over, only to learn that the Dwarf King was gravely injured.
"Yohad is wounded? Who could injure him like this? Did Urbis co over?"
Seeing the dwarf lying on the sickbed, Zhang Xiaoman was greatly surprised.
According to intelligence, aside from the Beast King, there wasn’t anyone from the Beast Race with such strength.
"No... It’s another Ninth Rank from the Beast Race... It’s complicated, I’ll explain in detail later. Ji Xing, I know you’re skilled in Healing Magic; see if there’s a way to cure him?"
McCarthy stepped aside, allowing Zhang Xiaoman a better view to examine Yohad’s condition.
"Healing Magic..."
Zhang Xiaoman pondered for a bit, realizing his counterpart must have misunderstood.
But he didn’t rush to explain; instead, he first observed the Dwarf King’s injuries.
A mont later, he lifted his head with a sowhat peculiar expression, glancing at the large group of priests around, feeling a bit puzzled.
"These wounds... You can’t heal them...?"
Zhang Xiaoman asked a bit hesitantly.
McCarthy and the others exchanged looks but quickly replied.
"He’s severely cursed, and we currently have no ans to dispel it... Ji Xing, do you have a way to heal him?"
Seeing McCarthy’s hopeful expression, Zhang Xiaoman felt a bit speechless.
This was no curse; it’s simply basic Energy.
Just so residual Energy attached to his wounds preventing them from healing, how did it get linked to curses?
Yet to ensure correctness, he didn’t imdiately state his conclusion.
Instead, he focused again, and upon closer inspection, indeed, he discovered sothing.
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