Between sea and sky, the Religious Leader streaked backward in a flash of light.
Standing on a floating plank beside the Pope, his shriveled body quickly filled out again, returning to normal.
The two stared fixedly at the figure suspended in the air, the enormous Bat Wings stretching lazily beneath the setting sun.
Vampires could fly and were unafraid of sunlight.
Moreover, aside from powerful spells, they also possessed formidable close-combat abilities.
The Pope's voice carried suppressed fury and shock. "We should have killed him when he had just changed classes!"
The Religious Leader remained silent.
Wu Heng swept his gaze over the two of them. Their brief exchange had given him a rough understanding of how they fought.
One was a long-range spellcasting Pope, while the other was a Religious Leader focused on close-range assaults.
They were treating him like a Dungeon Boss to grind!
After quickly scanning his opponents, he took advantage of their retreat and activated Battlefield of the Undead. A gray-white halo rippled outward.
The corpses floating on the sea, the schools of fish caught within its range—every dead creature in the area twisted and wriggled, transforming into rotting corpses.
Roaring and howling, they lunged at the struggling clergy on the sea and the two heroes.
"Heretic!" the Pope shouted angrily as a golden Bronze Bell appeared at his side.
Another Bronze Bell?
Wu Heng's eyes narrowed.
The Pope slammed a fist into the Bronze Bell. Clang! The bell rang out thunderously, sending ripples across the sea. At the same time, the low-level undead instantly shattered, while the level 20 skeletons and wraiths were also disrupted.
Wu Heng's head instantly buzzed, leaving him dizzy and disoriented as he swayed and dropped several meters.
In that instant, the Religious Leader flung out two streaks of light.
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