Chapter 315 Part3 (1/1)

Chapter 315 ”A those words, he then turned a beat red in his skin tone like soh With a huff of air, those old bones pro

Du Wei was shocked of course by the abruptthis person head on or getting in their way Fortunately for hioal wasn't a clueless brat, clearly evident by the silvery cross that's aiure opposite to hiood when he sahat the itery, ”Ho did you know about that thing! You…”

Gnashi+ng his teeth, the Pope's sas now pouring out as a result of the exertion: ”Sha prior to co, but a person will always have a weakness Someone has toldspell, it will be able to kill you…”

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But it was not ical defense for the other side While it h to keep the Pope safe froh to make hi, I knew you still had soy left in you But no er in your current state”

The reotistic hted hiained some of its luster and became a black color This horrified Du Wei of course because its no different froh, the a wrinkles, indicating this couldn't be long lasting

Snorting at the sight instead, White River didn't take kindly to this as well “And what about you? How long do you think that silly power of yours can hold up your body?!”

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Unfazed at being caught, Igor the Pope knehatout ailow

”Huh? Your holy powers can still be used in this fashi+on?” Making a stunned face, White River didn't expect sorudging s but a technique to infuse an object with another layer of power The ignorant would call this holy power, but in front of so but a coat up job It's a laughable weapon by allthe most harm to soor the Pope slowly reached over again after picking up the cross He wanted to stab the Sha with it this time to make sure the cross would at least do soy Sadly, it was to no avail because White River's blade had blocked it with a slash in the struggle To be clear, theirthe laws of this world to bend and twist space and time

“Despicable! Despicable Roland people Despicable fakes” White River cries out wildly, enraged by the fact that he had dropped his scith ”You did not beat me! It was not you! So based on what can you kill me!”

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