As Ye Haochuan lay limply atop the ruins of the mountain, "Long Keyue" had already flown to the Holy City. However, in front of her, there were only Xuanmen cultivators and Holy See cultivators, not a single Evil Sect cultivator was alive.
"Wasn't it said that the Holy See was on the verge of collapse?" "Long Keyue" swept a cold gaze, asking the Pope.
The Pope was a bit stunned at this moment, utterly unable to believe the scene before him.
In the previous plan, he hadn't imagined that the Divine Descent would actually succeed. Just moments ago, he had intended to break through with Ye Hao and Yang Sen.
But in the next moment, he suddenly saw the image of a four-winged angel descending from the sky, and was dumbfounded on the spot.
Even now, he still could hardly believe it.
"Gone mute, have we?" "Long Keyue" suddenly scoffed coldly, causing everyone around, including Yang Sen and Ye Hao, to shiver involuntarily.
