"Wu Heng!" The Pope's voice exploded like thunder, his golden holy robe billowing in the fierce wind. "Do you think you can shake the dignity of the Holy Hall with these crude weapons?"
The Religious Leader stood beside the Pope, his hands clasped behind his back, coldly staring at the flying carpet suspended in mid-air.
The voice carried an icy killing intent: "Did Lilith tell you about our route? I'll deal with him when I return."
Wu Heng stood on the flying carpet, flanked by two Level 20 skeletons, their hollow eye sockets flickering with Soul Fire.
He pointed his bronze longspear diagonally at the sea, "So, two heroes plus this many fleets, is that the confidence you have to defeat me?"
"Arrogant!" The Pope roared, the Holy Light suddenly erupted.
In an instant, a gigantic golden sword descended from above Wu Heng's head.
Wu Heng's longspear raised, and a wall of water surged up from the sea, blocking the giant golden sword.
Poof~!
