Ethan's mouth fell open slightly as he murmured, "Demi-god… Phito?"
Phito radiated sanctity, his facial expression tranquil yet exuding a warm gentleness from within: "Yes, if that is how you wish to address me."
Ethan was inwardly shocked; Phito was definitely not a Demi-god.
He had felt the power of deities before, and those ancient deities were far weaker than Phito.
Even Aneropo, who had almost absorbed the Power of Faith from the entire city of Flame City, couldn't withstand a full-force strike from Ethan.
But Phito, with just a fist and without even unleashing the immense and vast power of deity, had stopped the Blasphemous Spear.
If Phito was a Demi-god, what did that make those ancient deities?
Weren't they Demi-gods as well? How ironic.
As Ethan fell into a deep silence, Daphne excitedly called out, "Mr. Phito, you finally came out."
Ethan lifted his head, looking towards Phito and Daphne.
Daphne knows Phito?