"Die!"
Ye Qingfeng's eyes turned cold, and he summoned the Futu Sword in his hand. Flames burned, and as the Futu Sword appeared, an intense killing intent burst forth.
Kill! Several massive sword lights rapidly slashed out. The sword light, spanning over ten meters, effortlessly sliced through these people, blood flying everywhere.
"Ugh"
The crowd clenched their fists tightly, letting out a low sound, but dared not speak or raise their heads.
"Sigh"
At this moment, the elder leading the group let out a soft sigh.
Within the Church Court, there were no more resisters; although they had all succumbed to Ye Qingfeng's threat.
They only dared to rise when Ye Qingfeng lifted his hand. Then, Ye Qingfeng led several key figures of the Church Court deep inside.
The treasures of the Church Court were certainly something Ye Qingfeng intended to seize; this giant monolith reigning in Europe for centuries accumulated treasures that were truly astonishing.
