On the dim battlefield, a burst of radiant golden light suddenly erupted.
A gigantic humanoid figure made of golden flames emerged from the light, wielding an enormous flaming sword. The violent tide of spiritual energy suppressed the entire field, and the aura of light spread like waves.
The darkness was immediately suppressed.
This was the monarch of the Eternal Burning Fire, known as the true battle form of the chosen of fire.
A massive cheer erupted from the crowd.
A voice shouted, "Evela? Evela?"
His voice was filled with uncontainable shock and incredible joy.
Just by hearing the voice, Rod could imagine the look of shock on his face.
"Is it Lady Evela?"
"It's the Saintess!"
"Oh my God, Great Heavenly God bless, am I dreaming? She isn't dead?"
"Saintess, is that you?"
Swish!
The flame giant sword swung down, intense golden light bursting from the blade, instantly reducing dozens of flesh puppets to ashes.
