When Lette arrived at the west side of Holy New City, the scene was already a mess.
All the members of the Dark Race present were lying on the ground, still breathing but essentially incapacitated for battle.
The most surprising to Lette was that even those numbered prisoners were also lying helplessly on the ground.
This group was supposed to be extremely troublesome. If they acted together, even the high-ranking members of the Holy Light Church would be quite vexed.
Now, they were lying there obediently, seemingly unable to resist.
Only Adros was still struggling, but the Black Gold Tears Sword in his hand had been snatched away by a shadow in mid-air.
"Adros!"
"Boss!"
Adros struggled to stand, but Lette quickly supported him.
"Boss, I'm useless. She took the sword..."
"Don't worry, rest for a while, and I'll handle it."
Adros nodded heavily twice before finally fainting from exhaustion.
Lette cast a few Divine Curses on him, then placed him in a safe area.
