Light Game! Her Holiness the Pope Submits to Me!

"Wonderful!"

"Your body right now—it's absolutely flawless!"

"I want more!"

"More!"

"I want to feel your power!"

Xilin swung the Lightless Sword, black flames burning along its blade as she slashed at Bai Xuan again and again.

She moved faster than the eye could follow.

Although the Holy Potion had greatly boosted all of Bai Xuan's attributes, he still struggled to face Xilin head-on.

Right now, Xilin was several times stronger than usual!

That had to be the power the Dark Gold Runes had given her.

But more than Xilin's sudden surge in strength, Bai Xuan was troubled by her strange attitude.

Was this the release of desires Xilin had kept buried, or madness imposed by the Witch of the Evernight?

The Xilin he knew would never look so deliriously obsessed.

Fortunately, he was not entirely helpless. As he adjusted his fighting style, his combat ability improved considerably.

He could even barely withstand an all-out strike from Xilin.

The only problem was that he still had not found a way to win.

Worse, the Flame of Justice let Xilin split off fiery doubles from time to time, keeping him on the defensive—

Bai Xuan looked toward Isia, silently asking the Pope for a way out.

Isia was watching Bai Xuan and Xilin fight, but she was also keeping an eye on the Witch of the Evernight in the distance.

She could not understand the Witch of the Evernight's intentions.

Why had she created the Evernight Arena and forced Bai Xuan and Xilin to fight each other?

Did she want Bai Xuan dead?

It did not seem so.

Judging by her expression and bearing, she seemed more interested in recording the battle as some sort of experiment.

As Isia's thoughts raced, the Witch of the Evernight suddenly turned toward her and