章 971: Chapter 972: The Racing Silver Light

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After breathing a sigh of relief, Basarion, having consumed most of his holy power, could hardly maintain the Divine Grace state. He returned to his normal form and slowly descended from mid-air, landing among the pile of corpses.

Looking at the silver-haired girl standing on the high platform not far away, who remained expressionless throughout, Basarion couldn't help but reveal an excited and worshipful gaze.

"As expected of Her Majesty, the messenger of the Goddess. To actually lure the Bloody Butterfly here without any defense, it's truly admirable."

With fingers interlocked, Basarion had already regarded Mengxi as the great incarnation of the Goddess, and slowly knelt down to show his utmost respect.

At the same time, Basarion's gaze couldn't help but move towards the cone-shaped golden crystal.