Though Hermos possessed the strength of a Great Magister, facing this mysterious man in black would surely lead to his demise. This mysterious figure clearly held power no less than that of a Nether General. As for the forces of the Church of Light, whose strength topped out at Great Magister, what the outcome would be, Mo Han could figure out with his backside.

As for Hermos and his group, their strength was considerably lower than Mo Han’s, so naturally, they lacked his speed. Thus, only after Mo Han had been there for a while did Hermos finally arrive.

Within a few moves, a white light was seen descending smoothly opposite the mysterious man in black. Hermos, leading a contingent of clergy from the Church of Light, tightly encircled the mysterious figure. Someone among them cried out in shock, "Zamus, it's Zamus!"

However, the dark aura surrounding Zamus at this moment was significantly weakened, likely concealed expertly by him. So, when Hermos and the others arrived, the aura emanating from Zamus before them felt like that of only a High Magister.

If Mo Han hadn't known the man’s true nature beforehand, he almost would have been fooled. Witnessing this scene, Mo Han marveled inwardly, wondering what kind of magic this was. Zamus seemed to have cast some sort of spell capable of deliberately hiding his true power.

No wonder he had managed to remain in the Church of Light for so long without being discovered by the Pope. Otherwise, based on the aura he possessed just moments ago, any Light Priest, even with rudimentary Light Magic, could have detected his anomaly, let alone the Pope himself.

This magic was truly remarkable—an utterly insidious trick to kill someone without consequence. In the past, Mo Han would certainly have sought to acquire the incantation for this magic. However, Mo Han was now at the level of a God of Magic. Even if this magic could conceal the magical fluctuations of a God of Magic, the moment Mo Han unleashed his own magic, the unique, iridescent light exclusive to a God of Magic would instantly expose his status.

At this moment, the contingent from the Church of Light gradually tightened their encirclement. Zamus, however, acted as if he hadn't noticed their movements, remaining seated quietly, showing utter disdain for Hermos and his group. His gaze was fixed respectfully upon the portrait of the Death God before him, radiating an intense fervor.

Feeling disrespected, Hermos’s expression darkened. He spoke coldly to Zamus, "Zamus, you have committed the grave sin of heresy. The Church of Light has searched everywhere for you, and yet you dare to appear openly here. Are you courting death?"

Hearing Hermos’s furious roar, Zamus slowly raised his head, looking down at Hermos with contempt, and spoke softly, "Hermos, I hadn't expected that after so long, you would remain so arrogant and foolish. I truly don't understand how the Church of Light could allow someone like you to become an Archbishop. Humanity truly has no future. It seems my King’s rule over this sinful continent is an inevitable outcome." Hearing Zamus’s words, Hermos’s rage flared, and he failed to notice the slip of the tongue in Zamus’s speech. Otherwise, based on that sentence alone, Hermos could have discerned that Zamus was not human at all. However, several others among the Church of Light personnel did catch the incongruity in Zamus’s words, their faces showing shock as they quickly grew wary.

Then, Hermos laughed coldly, "Very well. Today, I will let you, a traitor, experience the methods the Church of Light uses against traitors. I will make you regret insulting me."

Zamus acted as if he hadn't heard Hermos at all, only a cruel, cold smile playing on his lips: "Hermos, do you truly believe I would lead you here without certainty of success? I just didn't expect that idiot, the Pope, would send a fool like you this time. It saves me quite a bit of trouble."

Following this, Zamus rapidly chanted a few profound and incomprehensible incantations. The portrait of the Death God that had been before him seemed to come under control, rapidly dissolving into streams of dark energy that shot out in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the entire painting transformed into countless wisps of black mist floating in the surrounding air, then vanishing instantly into nothingness.

Witnessing this, the anger on Hermos’s face was replaced by alarm. After all, Hermos was an Archbishop. Even if slow-witted, hearing Zamus’s words, he sensed something was wrong. Why would Zamus, whose power was clearly inferior to his own, dare to lure him here? Why hadn't he considered this before?

With that thought, Hermos forgot about dissecting Zamus’s sarcasm and hurriedly began chanting an incantation, attempting to erect a magical barrier around himself. However, the moment he initiated the magic, Hermos realized that all the magical elements in the surrounding space seemed to have vanished; he couldn't summon any power. Upon realizing this, Hermos’s expression changed drastically. As if remembering something, he cried out in panic, "The Death God’s Domain!"

"Heh heh, you have some insight, not entirely brainless after all, Hermos," Zamus sneered suddenly, speaking calmly. "It surprises me that you recognized the Death God’s Domain. Since you know what it is, you must also know that once this domain is cast, all magical elements within it vanish, while the dark magical elements increase exponentially."

Seeing the panicked expressions of Hermos and his group opposite him, Zamus grew more self-satisfied. "Although my Death God’s Domain is inferior to my King’s, it is powered by a sliver of my King’s divine consciousness. Dealing with you fools from the Church of Light, it is more than sufficient."

At this point, Hermos’s face was deathly pale, covered in a cold sweat. A Light Mage devoid of magical power was equivalent to an ordinary person, perhaps even less capable. Hermos knew perfectly well what the outcome would be in such a situation.

But Hermos was not entirely useless. He quickly pondered a countermeasure. With that realization, Hermos suddenly shouted, "Judgment Knights, step forward and hold this fellow! All Light Mages, retreat swiftly and cast spells once outside the domain’s range!"

With that order, Hermos took the lead, sprinting toward the rear. Since there were no magical elements available within the domain, these frail Light Priests and Mages had no choice but to drag their weak bodies and run desperately toward the distance. Simultaneously, a dozen figures suddenly rushed toward Zamus, who remained seated. A dozen streaks of white sword light struck out towards Zamus without hesitation.

The simultaneous attack of a dozen Judgment Knights was indeed formidable. Moreover, these knights seemed to be telepathically linked; the white lights sealed off all of Zamus’s avenues of retreat from every direction, forcing Zamus to confront them directly. This was done to prevent Zamus from dealing with the fleeing Light Mages, buying them sufficient time to escape.

Observing this, Mo Han couldn't help but nod internally. The Judgment Knight Order of the Church of Light was renowned across the continent for good reason; this coordinated maneuver alone was magnificent. A dozen Judgment Knights, possessing only Intermediate or Novice Swordsman strength, attacking like this—even a Great Swordsman facing them would initially be flustered.

Yet, Zamus possessed the strength of a Nether General, vastly superior to even the most powerful Great Swordsmen. Just then, Zamus let out a cold laugh, raised a hand, and a dozen streaks of black light accurately ensnared the incoming weapons. The Judgment Knights instantly felt as if their weapons had struck a clump of cotton—offering absolutely no resistance, making them extremely uncomfortable.

More terrifyingly, these black lights proved incredibly tenacious. Their weapons, having struck down, were completely enveloped by these bizarre black energies, unable to advance even a fraction. All the weapons halted about a meter in front of Zamus, creating a bizarre spectacle.

A leading Judgment Knight suddenly shouted, "Discard weapons and retreat!" With that, he was the first to drop his weapon and back away. The other Judgment Knights, hearing the command, unhesitatingly threw down their weapons and retreated.

At the same moment, over a dozen more black lights shot out from Zamus’s body, flying toward the retreating Judgment Knights. Two weaker Knights were immediately struck by the black light and fell to the ground, groaning in agony.

Fortunately, the Knights had retreated quickly; otherwise, that single volley of black light would have been enough to incapacitate half their number. Even so, those who avoided the black light turned pale. A combined assault by a dozen men couldn't even get close to the opponent’s body.

Although these Judgment Knights had already estimated that Zamus’s strength surely surpassed theirs, they hadn't anticipated him being this overwhelmingly powerful. He had repelled them with a mere wave of his hand and injured two Knights. The consequences of continuing the fight were obvious; killing them would be as easy for Zamus as crushing an ant.

All of this transpired and concluded in less than ten seconds; the Judgment Knights were routed. By this time, the Light Priests had only managed to run a few meters.

However, Zamus didn't seem intent on killing the Judgment Knights immediately. Instead, he stared at them with interest. Then, with a grand wave of his hand, the weapons enveloped in black light flew back and precisely implanted themselves into the ground before each of the respective Knights.

Seeing this, the faces of the Judgment Knights showed confusion, unable to fathom Zamus’s intention.

Then, Zamus spoke slowly, "The Judgment Knight Order truly lives up to its name; much better than those idiotic priests. Among the Church of Light, only you, the Judgment Knights, can barely be considered presentable. Come, let me see if you have any more surprises for me. If you don't, I regret to say, your lives end here."

With that, Zamus uttered a few more strange incantations. Suddenly, countless Skeleton Soldiers erupted from the ground in the distance, completely surrounding the Light Priests who were trying to flee. Although these low-level Skeleton Soldiers were not particularly strong—hardly better than commoners—their advantage lay in sheer numbers.

They might be useless against powerful warriors, but against these Priests, who were currently stripped of all magical power, they posed absolutely no problem. Seeing the sudden skeletal army appear, all the Light Priests turned deathly pale, knowing escape was impossible. These Skeleton Soldiers alone were enough to kill them.

Yet, these Skeleton Soldiers seemed to be under Zamus’s command, as they did not immediately attack, but instead tightly encircled the Light Priests without further action. Clearly, Zamus did not wish to end their lives so quickly.

Just then, the remaining dozen Judgment Knights exchanged glances, promptly picking up their weapons from the ground. Then, the Knights roared in unison, "Light Eternal!" The fighting aura they exuded was unleashed without reservation, visibly stronger than before.

The Judgment Knights then rapidly split into three groups of five, attacking Zamus from three different directions. As each group’s attack progressed, it appeared as if only a single fighter was striking. The five white beams carrying fighting aura merged into one single white beam as they hurtled toward Zamus, significantly increasing the power of the strike.

Witnessing this, Zamus’s eyelids lifted slightly, and he remarked, "Not bad, managing to merge five attacks into one to increase the striking power."

With that said, Zamus, still seated, moved his hand slightly. A strange weapon materialized in his grasp, and he thrust it sharply toward the three white beams that had arrived before him, precisely tapping the center of each beam. With several dull thuds, the attacking Judgment Knights let out painful groans, spitting out mouthfuls of blood as they were sent flying backward.

At this point, despair showed on every Knight’s face. Even their most potent combined attack technique could not withstand a casual strike from their opponent. This single blow completely extinguished the fighting spirit of the Knights, leaving only overwhelming despair, including those Light Priests surrounded by the skeletal army.

It was then that Zamus slowly retracted his weapon and spoke calmly, "Indeed, it was well done. If this were outside, it wouldn't have been so easy for me to break your combined strike. However, you seem to have forgotten that within this domain, all Light Magic is shielded by me. Your combined attack carried an element of Light Magic, so its power was naturally weakened."

The Judgment Knights were puzzled why Zamus would address them, and they stared at him, unable to grasp his intentions. Yet, deep down, they admired Zamus’s strength. To point out the disadvantage his opponent suffered even after securing victory was enough to show that Zamus was truly a worthy powerhouse.

Zamus continued slowly, "However, even outside, you still couldn't withstand a single blow from me. So, for you, the result would have been the same whether you were inside the domain or not. It seems your abilities end here. Therefore, your lives also end here."

After speaking, Zamus stared coldly at the remaining Judgment Knights and slowly raised the weapon in his hand: "Considering your respectable strength, I shall refrain from using my weapon to kill you; consider it a sign of respect. Alas, it is a pity that among humans, there are only such weaklings. Even the Judgment Knight Order is nothing more. I truly cannot fathom how you humans managed to occupy this continent for tens of thousands of years."

"Nonsense! A runt like you, I, your grandpa, could crush you with one hand!" The moment Zamus finished speaking, a yellow figure slowly appeared in an empty space nearby—it was Mo Han, who had been watching from the sidelines. Seeing Zamus about to deal a killing blow, Mo Han could no longer restrain himself and revealed himself.

After all, these Judgment Knights would be the backbone against the Nether Clan in the future; every life saved was a gain. Furthermore, if only for Shui Ling'er’s sake, Mo Han could not stand by and watch these Judgment Knights die before him.

Gazing at the suddenly appearing Mo Han, the eyes of Zamus, who had been sitting still, snapped open. An eerie black light flashed in his pupils as he fixed his gaze intently on Mo Han.

And in the eyes of all the Church of Light personnel, a glimmer of hope shone. Being able to appear here so easily, undetected within Zamus’s domain, demonstrated that Mo Han’s strength was definitely no less than Zamus’s. Furthermore, everyone recognized the young man who had suddenly appeared—it was the Mo Han they had met earlier that day in Dragon Heaven City, Prince Mo Han.

That very Hermos lost his composure and shouted, "Your Highness Prince Mo Han, please save me! I don't want to die! Our Church of Light will surely be grateful for your kindness… If it’s too difficult, just take me away first." Fearing Mo Han might not defeat Zamus, Hermos hurriedly added a caveat.

Hearing Hermos’s words, the other Church of Light personnel looked upon him with contempt, inwardly agreeing with Zamus for the first time: How could the Church of Light have such an Archbishop?

Looking at Hermos, Mo Han offered a signature smile: "Archbishop Hermos, I don't need any favor from your Church of Light; those things are not substantial. However, if you repay me with ten million gold coins, I will consider whether I should save you."

Hearing Mo Han’s proposition, Hermos almost fainted, awkwardly chuckling, "Your Highness speaks in jest, hehe." He then awkwardly wiped the cold sweat from his brow with his hand.

"Did I sound like I was joking? I am quite serious, Archbishop. You are an Archbishop. According to continental customs, having saved such an important figure, you must naturally reward me," Mo Han insisted. "But if the esteemed Archbishop is unwilling to part with the gold, then I regret to say, you must face this Zamus yourself. I imagine an Archbishop of your high caliber should be able to prevail." Mo Han stared intently at Hermos with a serious expression.

Hearing Mo Han, Hermos almost jumped up to curse Mo Han for extortion, but the current situation forced him to yield. If this damned Mo Han actually ran off, he would truly be doomed. Money could be earned again, but if his life was gone, then nothing would remain.

With that thought, Hermos gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, Prince, you must save me. Hermos will certainly present ten million gold coins to thank Your Highness for saving my life."

Mo Han was startled by this response. He had only intended to frighten Hermos, thinking the man wouldn't have that much money—at most, he’d squeeze a million gold coins out of him. He hadn't expected this fellow to be so wealthy, immediately offering ten million! Just how much had this man embezzled over the years? Since free money was being offered, Mo Han certainly wouldn't refuse; otherwise, he wouldn't be Mo Han.

"Heh heh, Archbishop, you are truly generous. I trust the reputation of the Archbishop will not lead you to default on this debt," Mo Han said, sporting a bright smile while observing Hermos’s pained expression.

"Naturally, Your Highness, rest assured. As soon as we return to Dragon Heaven City, I will deliver the gold to Your Highness immediately." Hermos cursed Mo Han tens of thousands of times internally. Ten million gold coins! How long would it take him to earn that much? This Prince was simply a bandit—no, more terrifying than a bandit. Hermos secretly vowed that from now on, whenever he saw this Chen Mo Han, he would keep as far away as possible. If he encountered this bandit a few more times, he would surely go bankrupt.

The other members of the Church of Light felt a sense of satisfaction watching Hermos being extorted. They had already been displeased with Hermos’s past actions, and now, hearing Mo Han fleece him, they couldn't help but show slight, relieved smiles.

Meanwhile, Zamus, who had been observing the performance between Mo Han and Hermos, suddenly stood up and began to laugh heartily: "Hahaha, after waiting so long, a figure worthy of my attention has finally appeared! Boy, you are quite good. I cannot discern your strength. In all my time on the human continent, besides that old fellow the Pope, you are the first human to warrant my full effort! Humans indeed have hidden powerhouses. Why haven't I encountered you before?"

"Enough talk, are you fighting or not? Seriously, are all you Nether Clan members this tedious?" Mo Han asked impatiently, turning to face Zamus.

Then, turning back towards the people of the Church of Light, he announced, "You'd all better move back, or don't blame me when you get caught in the crossfire." After saying this, Mo Han waved his large hand, and a burst of white light erupted from his palm, scattering in all directions. Wherever this light touched the skeletons, they instantly crumbled into piles of fine powder, vanishing without a trace. In the blink of an eye, all the skeletons were gone.

As for Hermes and the others, seeing that the skeletal obstruction had been eliminated by Mo Han, they wasted no time, immediately taking off at a run. The Knights of Judgment also quickly helped their wounded comrades and retreated into the distance.

"Purification Spell," Zamus's expression shifted as he spoke, "You can actually cast Light Magic within the Death God's Domain."

"Death God's Domain, bullshit. This is at best a cheap imitation, not a real domain at all; it doesn't even possess a third of its true power. I genuinely can't tell if you're truly idiotic or just pretending to be. You don't even know that," Mo Han sneered arrogantly, staring directly into Zamus's face.

Hearing Mo Han's mockery, Zamus's expression remained unchanged, and he continued with excitement, "Haha, excellent. You are powerful. It's been a long time since I've been this stimulated. Today, I can finally have a proper fight." With that, Zamus rapidly raised the weapon in his hand.

Seeing Zamus's action, although Mo Han maintained his arrogant facade verbally, facing a master of the Nether General tier, he dared not be careless. Mo Han quickly chanted a few incantations under his breath, and suddenly a seven-colored magical shield flared to life around him, enveloping and tightly protecting Mo Han within its barrier.

Upon seeing Mo Han's magical shield, the strange dark glint in Zamus's eyes brightened further. Zamus's expression also turned one of deep shock as he exclaimed, "Seven-colored magic energy... Are you a God of Magic?"

"More or less, I suppose. So, are you still planning to fight? I told you earlier you were already defeated. Since I find you somewhat tolerable—far too different from the other Nether Clan members—why don't you just tell me your plan and release High Priest Mora? Then I might consider sparing you," Mo Han stated casually, sizing up his opponent.

Zamus did not seem angered by Mo Han's arrogant words; instead, he chuckled softly. "A God of Magic. I actually get to witness a God of Magic among humans in person. It's certainly not a wasted trip. Even if I lose this battle, I will have no regrets. It's just a pity that the High Priest Mora you mentioned is no longer in this world, so even if I wanted to release him, I couldn't."

Hearing Zamus's reply, Mo Han's expression instantly turned cold. "You killed High Priest Mora?" The imposing aura emanating from Mo Han became utterly undisguised as it pressed down upon his opponent.

"Indeed. That old man was far too cunning. If I hadn't done that, there would have been no way to keep things hidden from him, so I was forced to kill him. We are enemies, and that outcome was inevitable," Zamus replied calmly to Mo Han's inquiry, showing no sign of buckling under the pressure.

"That's true. As an enemy, you did nothing wrong," Mo Han said coldly, fixing Zamus with a stare before slowly continuing, "But High Priest Mora was a dear friend of mine, so today, I must kill you to avenge him."

Hearing this, Zamus acted as if Mo Han wasn't speaking about his own fate but merely smiled lightly. "I couldn't ask for anything better. I hope your Excellency won't disappoint me."

With that said, Zamus suddenly transformed into a streak of black light, instantly closing the distance to Mo Han. His weapon swept out, carrying immense power, aimed straight at Mo Han.

Zamus knew that no matter how powerful he was, he absolutely could not match a God of Magic. If he had two of himself, perhaps there would be a chance, but under the current circumstances, the odds were minuscule. Thus, Zamus cast aside all caution and unleashed his full strength in his first move, determined to force Mo Han to retreat and then follow up with an overwhelming assault.

Zamus's bizarre longsword struck the center of Mo Han's seven-colored magical shield accurately. Upon being struck, the shield instantly rebounded the attack, and the light upon its surface flickered violently for a moment before returning to normal.

However, the sword that was repelled by Mo Han's shield immediately swung down again, hitting the magical shield a second time with power no less than the first blow, and was then bounced back again by the shield.

Immediately afterward, Zamus's form blurred once more, shifting position rapidly before striking down with his sword again. This time, however, the magic light emanating from the shield intensified even more, and the entire shield began to tremble slightly.

At this pace, combined with Zamus's uncanny footwork, only a few more attacks would likely shatter Mo Han's magical shield, leaving Mo Han with no option but to retreat. This scenario, however, was exactly what Zamus had planned for.

Yet, Zamus's gaze grew increasingly solemn because, under the barrage of his attacks, he noticed that Mo Han's eyes remained utterly unchanged, his face still holding that faint, confident smile, which filled Zamus's heart with a profound sense of unease. Jumping to