160 - Colosseum

The group of eleven Blessed was walking through the Fortress sweating nonstop. As much as Noah had healed everyone's body back to peak condition, it still didn't change the fact that the Fortress was practically a mini hell. And for the Blessed who didn't have the skills to cool off or adapt to the fire, staying there was practically a torment.

Unlike what it was for Noah, who practically felt like he was in a summer camp, the energy he had expended had long since recovered by burning the monsters that the team had eliminated. And there was no need to say much about their efficiency.

The ten Blessed, with the help of the thirteen imps, were killing monsters very easily. After all, twenty-three against two was very unfair.