Moreover, after suffering such injuries, this Death Guard retreated without the slightest hesitation, giving the other divine servants no chance to strike him down heavily.
He merely prowled along the perimeter, preventing any divine servants who found a gap in the encirclement from escaping.
In the end, amid cries of brutal slaughter and thunderous explosions, the more than twenty high-ranking divine servants were completely wiped out, all dying on this tiny battlefield.
When the popes of the various churches withdrew to the agreed-upon meeting point, every one of them wore an equally grim expression.
Of the Saint Domain high-ranking divine servants they had originally brought, fewer than half had managed to escape the battlefield alive.
The fate of the other divine servants went without saying. It certainly would not have been a good one.
The Dusk God's pope had already possessed an aged face, but after this battle, he seemed even older.
The cardinals behind him could not help worrying repeatedly about the old man's health.
Although these cardinal archbishops had previously been waiting for the pope to die so they could take over his position, that had been before.
Now, during this planar war, if the old pope died, they would have no time to unite the entire church.
The Dusk God's pope sat in his chair and sighed with his eyes closed. "The invaders have now entered the plane, and massive forces have poured in. What do you think we should do next?"
His aged, clouded eyes swept across everyone present before finally settling on the God of War's pope.
This pope, dressed like a middle-aged warrior, looked grave, his face also filled with exhaustion.
The God of War's church headquarters lay on the second-layer continent, but they possessed church forces across all the lower-layer continents.
This was