"Nedodichka, have they retreated?"
The Archbishop of Decay, Fa Mo, stood holding a pocket watch, his deep green scholar's robe particularly striking in this snow-covered world.
He wore a calm smile, looking towards the north, indifferent to the cold and unscathed.
In contrast, Tolyado across from him looked slightly disheveled.
"What, can't you just run away too?"
Tolyado was surrounded by a translucent cubic outline, and if not for the defense provided by this six-sided spatial barrier, he wouldn't know how long he could withstand Fa Mo.
"Let's call it a day, there will be time in the future, we'll have another battle."
The Archbishop picked up a box from the ground and started walking away.
"Haha, I'd rather not face you again."
Tolyado sneered, seeing that the Archbishop was also willing to end the fight.
If it weren't for the severe shortage of manpower in this Blood Moon City's siege, he wouldn't know how he could have held on against Fa Mo for so long.
