The Pope's words were like lightning, splitting Rod's mind into a blank slate.
Takxis's face was already devoid of any color.
At that moment, a large black mist suddenly surged up from the Pope's body.
This black mist was incredibly terrifying, like pure darkness, a lightless abyss... This was the Source Black Fog, the primordial black mist.
At his feet, Black Water was rapidly spreading, carrying a terrifying aura of pollution.
"Oh, my time is running short."
The Pope said calmly, as if indifferent to the pollution.
"The protection of pure purification of the Star has ended, pure activity can no longer be maintained. At the moment you broke through the Spirit Barrier of the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, my life's countdown began."
"Invincible War God Rod, please rescue my surviving people as quickly as possible and bring them back to Trolian."
