Lan Jue and the others only felt the pressure increase. The predators' attacks instantly became crazy.
"Hmph!" The Pontiff grunted. Cracks appeared on the scepter in his hand, and the holy light around him dimmed visibly. A trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
He had been a little down ever since Satan's death. Light always needed darkness so that it could shine even brighter.
He had tried his best in this battle, especially when he saw Eurmania in such a state. He was in great pain. The Pontiff's Citadel had a long history, but it was destroyed in his generation. It was a huge blow to him.
