Composed

"Lord Holy God, should we head out and help Jiuyang and the rest?" The Saints knelt on one knee and asked Holy God.

"The teleportation nexus has already been destroyed. How are you going to help them?" Holy God said indifferently.

"Well…" The Saints were rendered speechless.

"Is there nothing you can do, Lord Holy God?" a Saint asked.

"There's naturally a way, but it's not that easy to leave. It's too late now. Besides, even if you are sent out, what can you do with your strength?" Holy God said expressionlessly.

The Saints fell silent. Jiuyang and company were already the cream of the crop among the Saints. They were still unable to defeat Zhou Wen despite being augmented by the Holy Artifacts. Even if they could leave, they wouldn't be of much use in such a battle. It would even be difficult for them to participate in the battle.