America Island – NewYard City

"Hahaha... Your attributes may be high, but your tricks are quite limited," Deryu mocked, waving his hand to summon his holy halo back.

At the same time, Puno, who was still flying in the air, attempted to shield his soul. But no resistance remained. His elemental body crumbled, reverting to his normal human form. Without clothing, without life, he fell like a bird shot down, crashing to the ground with a soft thud.

Thud.

Puno's body, sprawled on the ground, now resembled that of a fallen soldier, lifeless.

"Deryu, we need to leave now. I'm afraid they'll come after us once they learn we've killed their leader," the Faithwarden woman's voice sounded, full of concern. She knew that Puno's death was inevitable the moment Deryu unleashed the Sword of Fate. No one could survive that technique.