As the enemy was about to approach.
Pop still glanced at Han Dong, who was nailed to the wall, as though he had seen through something. He immediately began thinking at an incredible speed... Only after a short while did he turn his gaze back ahead.
"Nicholas..."
He softly murmured Han Dong's name.
As Taboo drew near.
Pop, who had been standing still, suddenly "blinked" three meters forward... like a Flash skill in a game, with no interval or process whatsoever.
That three-meter advance left only an arm's length between Pop and Taboo.
Even Taboo had been completely unprepared for this sudden close-range approach.
Before she could make any move.
Pop had already placed one finger against Taboo's forehead.
Draw.
Starlight bloomed from the point where his finger touched her forehead.
It immediately transformed into a tiny black hole, directly drawing them both inside and vanishing from the Stomach Palace.
That bastard Pop!
Han Dong, who had been preparing to watch the show properly, now had nothing to watch at all.
As the referee, Mr. M immediately molded a spatial passage out of white liquid and headed for the special space created by Pop to continue overseeing the match.
At the same time, he gave the Greek Team and the Onmyoji Team each a mass of white liquid, allowing them to observe the battle inside the special space and surrender at any time.
Time passed second by second.
Unable to watch the battle, Han Dong, nailed to the wall, could only focus on Death Comprehension and strive to restore the Death Trait in his left arm as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, the expressions of the two teams able to see the internal battle grew increasingly grim with the passage of time.
The "strength" Pop displayed exceeded their understanding.
About ten