Athena’s combat power was, without a doubt, the strongest there was.

The golden lance, the invincible scepter that would transform from time to time, let out a chant of incantations.

She was a dual practitioner of martial arts.

“Retreat!”

Suddenly, Athena rushed back from the circle of battle, her golden armor covered in blood.

Neela was not too far from Alex, and she resumed her human form for the time being and stood by his side.

“The enemy has not been defeated completely. Why are we retreating?” Alex asked, curious Although the battle looked difficult, the fight was, in fact, exceptionally easy. He felt that they would be able to wipe out the puppet immortals completely in another hour or two.

Athena gasped, her breathing shallow. “It’s dissipating.”

The instant the words left her mouth, the holy feathers on Alex and Neela suddenly dissipated, like a soap bubble that had burst.

The continuous stream of courage, strength, and divine powers that washed over their nerves als