Temporary Power

Neywell was an old cultivator, his instinct was sharper as ever has been, this is how he knew who was inside the armor killing everyone in the city.

Zelhart has his army and the dragon flying above the city, but this was a duel. Neywell was using a shield and a small ax, combined with medium armor, clearly a warrior of the front line.

Even though Zelhart was a cultivator of rank A, his magic aptitude was of rank SS and that improved his senses a lot, so they matched at speed. Neywell trying to hit Zelhart one time after the other, each blow avoided in the last second. 

Impressive for someone of his age, but that was not enough and he knew it.

"GOD, I STAND BENEATH YOUR FEET, HELP ME SLAY OUR ENEMIES AND THEIR HEADS WILL BE MY SACRIFICE." Neywell screamed to the sky. 

So it happened, the Oracle heard his call and accepted the offer.