He was finally dead.
Wu Heng let out a long breath. His intensely strained mind and body, exhausted from nonstop fighting, left him feeling as heavy as if he were about to die.
Fortunately, he had won in the end. Otherwise, he would have had to consider fleeing back to the Zombie World.
The power of a hero was beginning to feel terrifying.
Especially the Pope, who had fought without pause from the moment he set foot on the island until now.
Any professional who had not become a hero would probably have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.
Yet even at the very end, the Pope had still been able to unleash that devastating move with the enormous Holy Sword. It was simply unimaginable.
Thinking back on it now, Wu Heng still felt that he had been lucky.
The Electromagnetic Cannon had originally been meant to bombard the enemy fleet. He had never expected to use it against the opponent's ultimate move.
Aside from becoming a hero himself during the battle,
the Corpse Core Potion's enhancement to his body had also played an enormous role.
At the very beginning, the reason he had been able to take so many hits was undoubtedly his base attributes.
Whew!
Wu Heng exhaled again.
The resentment toward the Church that had been piling up in his heart these past days had finally eased somewhat.
Of course, this definitely would not end here. Now that the Pope was dead, he had openly fallen out with the Church.
But there was no other choice. He could hardly stick out his neck and let them chop it off.
"Wu Heng, are you all right?"
Granda and Beni flew back and hovered in the air, looking at him with concern.
"I'm fine. Just a little tired," Wu Heng