Ye Ling arrived beside the Pope and, watching the Pope struggle to rise, he gave a cold laugh.
"You've lost, whether you admit it or not. Today, you are defeated, and your Holy See will be utterly destroyed!"
The resentful Ye Ling had already considered a terrible notion, that this accursed Holy See had no reason to continue existing.
"Ye Ling!"
Suddenly, an exclamation rang out. Ye Ling turned around to see it was Alice, who was shouting with a somewhat anxious look on her face.
Fearing something might happen to Alice, Ye Ling's figure flashed to her side, and with a single touch, the Spiritual Power protective barrier around Alice instantly vanished.
"Alice, what's wrong?" Ye Ling asked, supporting Alice with concern. Could there be a problem with the child?
Alice shook her head, clasping Ye Ling's hand: "Ye Ling, you promised me, spare the Pope's life!"
