The Pope charged toward Douglas with a fury, the Great Sword of Light in his hand chopping down violently.
With a whoosh, a terrible sword light, like a thunderbolt, furiously charged toward Douglas, ripping and fracturing the very space it passed through with its fearsome Sword Qi.
Douglas's face was grave, yet he sneered, believing that even a powerful weapon would ultimately fail before absolute strength.
"Destruction of all beings, eternal darkness!"
Boom, Douglas moved, thrusting his outstretched longsword as he charged at the Pope.
Whoosh whoosh, terrifying streams of black mist appeared around Douglas's body, the swirling black fog corroding the space around him and emitting green smoke.
The two collided like cannonballs, crazily smashing into each other, causing a deafening explosion that roared from their center.
Splurt, Douglas's body shuddered, and he spewed a mouthful of fresh blood; the longsword in his hand instantly shattered.
