Death!
The Pope is dead!
No remains left!
The whole body exploded into a mist of blood!
Ye Feng stood coldly in place, letting the blood mist from the Pope's exploded body envelop him!
Huff!
After a long while, Ye Feng took a deep breath, inhaling a thick scent of blood into his nostrils!
Smelling the dense blood scent, Ye Feng squinted slightly, his gaze icy cold as he glanced towards the direction of the Virgin Mary and Muhammad!
After a long time, Ye Feng retracted his gaze, turned his head slightly, and slowly looked towards those experts from the Saint Alliance, Brahma Gate, and others!
As Ye Feng's cold gaze swept over them, all these experts felt their blood freeze, and many couldn't help but tremble with fear, their faces ashen as they looked at Ye Feng with terror!
The... the Pope was punched to death by him!
This, this...
At the thought of this, boundless fear enveloped them heavily, nearly suffocating them!
