"Swish~"
He was sent flying hundreds of meters away by the Pope's power, landing heavily on the hard ground of the wilderness with a thud. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn it!" He tried to gather strength again, but it seemed too difficult. His arms couldn't muster even a bit of strength.
Meanwhile, the Pope approached him calmly, hands clasped behind her back, step by step.
Her deep eyes showed a hint of admiration as she looked at him.
But Lin Zifeng couldn't see through her appearance, even with his penetrating vision.
Soon, Lin Zifeng struggled to stand up but shortly fell back to the ground, unconscious.
"Hey! You can't die! If you die, what about me?" The handsome guy panicked when he saw Lin Zifeng fall unconscious. His forehead broke into a cold sweat.
