Thud!
Just after the overwhelming Holy Light disappeared, there was a dull thud, and the Pope's body went limp to the ground, instantly soaked in cold sweat.
Whew!
The Dragon Saint exhaled, his body swaying, and sweat also seeped from his forehead!
Swish!
Fa Rang flashed to support the Pope, watching the Dragon Saint nearby cautiously.
Thud!
Another dull thud sounded, as Fei'ersi collapsed to the ground, lifeless, as if he were dead!
Buzzing!
The aura from behind the main cathedral abruptly vanished!
"I'm fine!"
An elderly voice sounded, as the Pope slowly stood up.
"Your Excellency!" Mi Jiaro called out, leaping to the Pope's side in a flash.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Elder Long and the others quickly gathered in front of the Pope, with Yue Tianzheng gripping Fei'ersi's throat, bringing him forward.
"A'erfa, he is..." The Dragon Saint glanced at Mi Jiaro, frowning as he spoke.
