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Boom!!
Jack's figure was sent flying a hundred meters, continuously breaking through several street lamps and metal barriers before finally smashing into an abandoned residential building, creating a huge noise.
Archbishop Jemaine, with bone wings flapping, stood emotionless in mid-air, holding a spiral long spear made of interwoven bones in his hand, upside down.
"Too weak..."
A frown creased His brow, a hint of confusion in His eyes.
This did not match the intelligence He had received.
If Jack was just at this level, how did he manage to defeat the Incarnations of the Saints one after another... Could it be an exaggeration, just rumors blown out of proportion?
Jemaine didn't believe this for a moment.
If it were just rumors, they wouldn't keep occurring. The Mystic Realm is not like mortal society; if it were false, it would've been exposed long ago...
But why did the Jack before Him seem so weak?
Jemaine was filled with doubts.
