After the cold aura dissipated, the sacred light swept toward the girl's figure.
"It's your honor to be my holy disciple, an ant-like mortal! You're so ungrateful!"
The girl completely ignored Branch's power of holy light and still put on an arrogant expression.
"Bang!"
A loud crash was heard.
A swordsman in armor stood in front of the girl.
Locke saw that swordsman gently waved the sword in his hand and blocked the divine holy light, unable to advance any further.
As soon as the swordsman appeared, the void around him seemed to be unable to bear his power and distorted crazily.
"This person's aura is not much weaker than that of the demi-god demon in the earth's core. I'm afraid he has already reached the peak of the holy realm and can enter the early stage of the demi-god at any time!"
Locke thought to himself.
He didn't expect that one power of the God of wind and snow would have such a powerful swordsman as her guard.