Chapitre 334: A GOD'S FAREWELL GIFT

NEOMA absorbed it all.

The divine power she stole from Redgrave by literally sucking his breath out of his mouth flowed through her body. But to be honest, it made little of a difference. After all, she already had an abundant amount of divine power overflowing in her body.

Dominic Zavaroni, the former saint and her teacher, taught her how to circulate her overflowing divine power.

She had to cough up blood, though.

[But I feel better now.]

"I see," Redgrave, who was now kneeling on the ground, said weakly while looking at her with amusement in his eyes. He just didn't sound weak. The god also lost his youth, and he looked like dried ginseng now. That meant his skin was wrinkled all over, and he looked like a skeleton covered with a thin layer of flesh. "You have a god in you."

Neoma raised her eyebrow at Crimson.

[He's really a god, huh?]