Palm of Buddha!
Kipling raised his head and looked at the gigantic palm falling on him. A sharp glint appeared in his eyes.
"I know all your skills!
"The Goddess didn't let you guys fight because she was afraid I'd target you. However, you have no choice now. You can only fight.
"Unfortunately, it's all in vain!" Kipling clutched Mo Bing and said calmly.
The holy knights had a bad premonition when they heard his words.
As a great sage of the Holy Temple, as someone whose power was just below the Goddess, Kipling had a profound understanding of the legacy of the Holy Temple. He knew the moves of the holy knights like the back of his hand.
However, at this stage, there was no turning back. Talk was useless.
Boom!
The different layers of space on the giant palm seemed to have formed a world of its own. It shrouded over Kipling.