"Damn it, damn it."
The Pope, who always presented himself as benevolent, was utterly enraged.
His features gradually twisted, and his robes stirred without wind.
The Scepter, symbolizing supreme power, shone with divine light.
"Power of Faith!"
"Feel the wrath of millions of believers."
Boom!
An immensely powerful pillar of light, comparable to a nuclear bomb, crashed down.
The vast land turned white.
Even Little White Tiger and Old Ninth were temporarily blinded.
The terrifying pressure made their bones creak.
Only with this comparison did the two truly appreciate the terror of Nine Awakenings.
The Pope had only been chased around and beaten by White Garment because White Garment was powerful enough.
In truth, this old fellow was not weak at all.
Little White Tiger shoved Old Ninth aside and bent his knees, ready to face it head-on.
At the critical moment, Old Ninth reached out and pressed down on the tiger's shoulder while raising the Holy Arbiter high above his head.
The Pope froze, his expression instantly turning hideous.
"Shameless!"
That sneaky bastard Old Ninth was actually using the Holy Arbiter as a shield.
With his frail body, the Holy Arbiter would surely be reduced to nothing if he took this attack head-on.
Left with no choice, the Pope forcibly withdrew most of his power.
Even so, when the terrifying pillar of light fell, the Holy Arbiter's body was still evaporated by the divine light.
In an instant, he was once again reduced to a bare head.
"Brother Holy, you're just a fucking head again. If certain people picked you up... you'd definitely work better than a fleshlight! Hahaha!"
The crimson blood mist around Old Ninth kept expanding, firmly shielding Little White Tiger.
The Pope was anxious and furious, but suddenly a cunning gleam flashed through his eyes.
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