Beneath Wuhun Mountain
At that moment, Xilmon had only one thought in his mind: run, and run as far as possible.
Though he did not know exactly how terrifying the strength of divine-level experts was, he knew that even the aftershocks of their battle were not something Saint Realm experts like them could withstand.
Of course, as he fled, Xilmon did not forget Allen. His right hand remained tightly clamped around Allen's arm.
As for Allen himself, when he saw his eldest brother being besieged by four figures, his entire face twisted in savage fury. It felt as though his heart were burning, but Allen also understood that what he needed to do most now was stay far away, lest his eldest brother be distracted by having to protect him.
At the same time, he was grateful that his parents had followed his sister's example and traveled the continent several years ago. Otherwise, who knew how frantic they would have been upon seeing this scene?
Boom—
As the thunderous roar tore across the sky, a shockwave slammed viciously into Xilmon and Allen.
Pfft!
The two spat out blood and were already seriously injured.
Xilmon's mind was spinning. He simply could not understand why the two Popes would join forces to kill his teacher.
Yes, Xilmon had recognized one of them. He had once seen Vittel visit the goddess and knew that man was the Dark Pope.
He had never seen the other divine-level expert in white robes, but the dense aura of light was enough to reveal his identity.
At the same time, the Saint Realm, level-nine, and other powerful experts at the church headquarters below the mountain and throughout Wuhun City had all noticed the startling change on Wuhun Mountain.
Their eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people, allowing