Bab 127: Red Lotus Feast (3)

Lize spread out her hands.

A white holy light condensed in her hands and flowed in a way she had never experienced before.

Currently, the holy power that used to flow like a clear spring was showing a fierce side it had never showed before. The power was surging forward from Lize's hand like a wild horse that was struggling to get out of its shackles. Right now, Lize was biting her lips firmly, trying to control the power for her own use. However, it wasn't easy; as a Cleric, she had always been biased toward supporting power rather than offensive power, so she was naturally lacking in experience. It was just like a man who usually drove a classic car, but was suddenly given an F1 car—it was impossible for him to be good at driving it.