While Dai Mubai was still stunned, Bibi Dong suddenly appeared before him and abruptly swung the Rakshasa God's Scythe in her hand.
Dai Mubai's War God Divine Armor shattered with a resounding crack under Bibi Dong's attack, turning into fragments that flew through the sky.
"How is this possible?!" Dai Mubai suddenly retreated several thousand meters. Looking at the fragments of divine armor filling the sky, he wore a bewildered expression.
How could his divine armor be so fragile? It could not even block Bibi Dong's attack?!
"Weak!" Bibi Dong withdrew her hand and looked at Dai Mubai. "Is this your divine armor? Just as weak and pathetic as you are!"
Run! I have to run! Even after becoming a god, I'm still no match for Bibi Dong. If I stay here any longer, I'll die!
Cold sweat poured down Dai Mubai's face. At that moment, he had only one thought in mind: get away from here as quickly as possible.
With that thought, Dai Mubai turned and fled. Seeing this, Bibi Dong hurried after him. "Trying to run? Let's see where you can go!"
Within the city, the seven Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall were all watching the battle between His Holiness the Pope and Dai Mubai.
"Who would've thought Dai Mubai would be so weak? He's completely no match for His Holiness the Pope!" Yue Guan said as he stared at the battle in the sky.
"They're both Deities, so why is Dai Mubai so weak while His Holiness the Pope is so powerful?" Gui Mei was puzzled. After all, he was merely a Soul Master, not a Deity, and did not understand the intricacies involved.
Although His Holiness the Pope had become a god earlier, the difference between the times they had ascended was not great. They