Violent winds howled across the battlefield high in the sky.
Pope Gregory VII charged toward the Demon God, his face withered like rotten wood on the verge of death.
That super forbidden spell had finally caused his hidden injuries to erupt beyond his ability to suppress them.
Thick blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, carried away by the wind.
Yet an uncanny flush rose on his deathly pale face.
It was the last flicker of vitality before death.
His eyes remained fixed on the Demon God Ao Lingsi charging from afar. There was no fear in them, only the utter madness of a believer facing martyrdom.
The fierce wind whipped up his bloodstained robes.
He moved like lightning, breaking the sound barrier.
Ao Lingsi abruptly stopped in midair, demonic energy roiling over his Dark-Gold Armor.
His brow furrowed sharply as he watched the old Pope hurtle toward him with no regard for his life.
What was this old bastard trying to do?
Ao Lingsi instinctively prepared to retreat.
But the next second, he forcibly stopped himself.
Killing intent swelled wildly in his dark-purple eyes.
This old bastard was the most troublesome super healer.
Without his constant healing, I would have torn the Half-Orc and the Dwarf to pieces long ago.
Now he was delivering himself right to me. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to finish him off!
Ao Lingsi's eyes flickered as his mind raced.
The Terra natives' strongest attacks were merely wide-area forbidden spells. In terms of damage to a single target, they could not break through my Eighth-Order Shield at all.
Even their power at the center fell far short of a nuclear bomb!
And the trump card of Great Xia's technological civilization?
Nothing but nuclear bombs!
*I had survived a five-megaton nuclear bomb exploding