The Pope's specialty was that he could transmit the power of his fists as far as his eyes could see.
But when he closed his eyes, he could randomly transmit the power within a radius of a hundred meters.
And when he used the Celestial Masters Sect's secret technique, 'Daoist Lord Possession', all the Qi and blood in his body wildly exploded under the stimulation of true essence.
His heart was rapidly squeezed, his muscles were forcefully stretched, his bones were rapidly shaken...
At the cost of severe exhaustion, the Pope punched tens of thousands of times in ten-odd seconds.
The power of tens of thousands of punches was randomly distributed in all directions, creating a sonic boom and then silence. Because even the surrounding air had been punched into a vacuum.
The ground looked like it had been bombarded by countless bombers for ten hours. Several layers of the ground had been ripped off, and fierce winds blew in all directions, forming a huge tornado.
The psionic force field gradually dissipated, and green blood flowed out of Kerrigan's mouth, eyes, ears, and nose. She was practically covered in blood.
Her exoskeleton skin, bone spurs, and joints were all shattered.
Her entire body looked like it had been run over by an aircraft carrier dozens of times.
Because the fist energy was randomly transmitted, it naturally hit Kerrigan's internal organs. Her internal organs were practically pulverized, and her body was a bloody mess.
But the Pope was not in a good state either. Because the random transmission of the fist energy was completely out of his control, his internal organs had also suffered an explosive blow. Even his eye socket had exploded, becoming a bloody hole.
But the corners of his mouth still curled up, revealing a savage and cruel smile.
Because he had eaten the Creation Reversal Pill, his injuries were slowly recovering. His body was even rapidly becoming younger, and he looked like he was about thirty-five years old.
His long black hair was messy like a lion's mane, and he was filled with a wild aura. The smell of blood on his body was so thick that it was as if he was filled with blood.
A cruel smile constantly flashed on his face. His body, which had been tempered thousands of times, was like a steel bar, no, it was countless times tougher than a steel bar. Under the sunlight, it exuded a powerful masculine charm, as perfect as the legendary Sun God.
The next moment, he took a step forward and appeared in front of Kerrigan. Two of his hands grabbed Kerrigan's arms while the other four hands seemed to have gone crazy. They brought along a series of white storms and landed all over Kerrigan's body.
A thunderous sound rang out. Every punch from the Pope landed on Kerrigan's body, shattering her flesh and bones. Behind Kerrigan, a violent force penetrated her body and shot out like a shockwave.
The muscles on his arms bulged rapidly. He clenched his fists and smashed them into the Queen of Blades' face like a sledgehammer. The latter's face was deformed like a broken can. She was sent flying, leaving behind a scorch mark hundreds of meters long on the ground.
The Pope stood still and punched out with his six fists that were like cement. The Queen of Blades' attack was like ten tons of TNT, and she was blasted into the sky.
Her eyes were lifeless. Due to her external and internal injuries, both her energy supply and her nervous system had almost completely lost their effectiveness. Her consciousness was on the verge of dissipating.
But the Pope did not stop attacking. His six giant palms struck the Queen of Blades continuously, sending her flying back and forth like a rubber ball.
In the end, all six palms slammed down at the same time. With an explosion in the air, the Queen of Blades fell to the ground like a meteor.
Looking at the Queen of Blades who was slowly falling to the ground and losing all signs of life, the Pope said coldly, "Qingyun, are you guys still there?"
"Yes, those monsters suddenly died."
Although Kerrigan was powerful, her internal organs had all been crushed and she had suffered a series of heavy blows from the Pope. There was no way she could survive. With her death, all the insect swarm was instantly paralyzed. The scattered Qi of Vital Energy floated back like raindrops and gathered around Kerrigan's body once again.
"Aim the remaining two One-Line Heavens at her," the Pope said, staring at the corpse in front of him. "Quick!"
"No, don't use the One-Line Heavens. Use the Greater Godly Demonic Thunder."
"Err … understood." Qingyun was stunned for a moment, but she immediately agreed. She roared at the Tianshu Praetorian Guards from the other end of the bronze bell.
Right now, the Tianshu Praetorian Guards were already engaged in close combat with the insect swarm. Fortunately, the Queen of Blades had died in time. Otherwise, they would have been wiped out.
As he spoke, the Pope's movements did not stop. He took a deep breath and quickly retreated.
Kerrigan's corpse began to undergo a series of strange changes. It was regenerating and reconstructing. It gradually turned into the appearance of a man. It was Zuo Zhicheng.
Seeing this, the Pope retreated and snorted coldly. His six palms slammed down like Mount Tai.
"How can I let you have your way?"
With a loud boom, Zuo Zhicheng's regenerating corpse was slammed more than two meters deep into the ground.
At the same time, above the Tianshu Praetorian Guards, a black-purple flame shot up into the sky. The flame flew in a parabola in the direction of Zuo Zhicheng.
It was the Greater Godly Demonic Thunder, which had been hidden by the Tianshu Praetorian Guards.
Seeing this, the Pope's eyes narrowed. He did not continue attacking the corpse and retreated even faster. Soon, he was out of the range of the energy transmission. He stared at the Greater Godly Demonic Thunder as it fell toward the corpse.
The black-purple light landed on top of Zuo Zhicheng. A wave of energy instantly spread out in a radius of a hundred meters.
Then, everything within a hundred meters of the black-purple flame disappeared in a flash.
No, they did not really disappear. Instead, they were squeezed into a sphere with a radius of about one centimeter by a strong gravitational force.
The black-purple flame disappeared at the same time. The sphere that was squeezed out fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the Pope let out a sigh of relief. There was no way he could survive being hit by the Greater Godly Demonic Thunder.
In fact, this was indeed the case. Zuo Zhicheng, who was hit by the Gravitational Cannon, was completely dead.
However, just as the Pope turned around, he suddenly turned back.
Under his incredulous gaze, the entire sphere cracked open. A naked man slowly crawled out. Zuo Zhicheng had used up his last chance of revival.
The seven lives of the Blood of Destiny had been completely used up. However, everything was worth it. Zuo Zhicheng had finally completely devoured the second avatar.
Pitch-black flames burned slowly from his limbs and gradually covered his entire body.
Seven voices sounded at the same time.
“We_are_the_one”
A terrifying pressure came from his body. The Pope's forehead was unknowingly covered in cold sweat. A feeling of fear wreaked havoc in his heart. Even his breathing became lighter and lighter. It was as if he was afraid of disturbing the demon in front of him.
'This kind of pressure.
'This is unheard of.'
Zuo Zhicheng didn't seem to see the Pope at all. He closed his eyes and silently organized himself after devouring the second avatar. He felt his new power.
Time passed by slowly. The Pope's back was soaked in cold sweat. He swallowed his saliva but didn't move at all. He was like a mouse that had seen a cat.
This was because every muscle, every nerve, and every instinct in his body was telling him …
Don't move! Don't move!
On the other side of the bronze bell, Qing Yun suddenly exclaimed, "What's the matter, Sir? Why is there a high spiritual energy reaction on your side? "
"What's going on? This... this reaction... is like the sun setting on the ground. "
The Pope did not dare to say a single word, because he was afraid that any word would cause him to be distracted. His face had already changed to that of a twenty-seven or twenty-eight year old, and his entire person was like a sunny youth, emitting endless light and heat.
Finally, as if he couldn't stand the silent pressure, the Pope took a step forward. He was already within a hundred meters of Zuo Zhicheng. He waved his six fists continuously, exploding wildly on the surface of Zuo Zhicheng's body.
He kept waving his fists, waving them, and waving them again. An inexplicable pressure pressed down on his heart, making him feel as if there was a lion behind him. No, it was as if a group of heavenly dragons were chasing after him. He didn't dare to stop waving his fists.
He could only throw out punch after punch.
In the process of waving his fists, his face became younger and younger. He went from a twenty-seven or twenty-eight year old to a twenty-five year old at the peak of the human body.
Every punch contained dozens of tons of strength. Every punch would bring about devastating gales and violent air currents.
The place where Zuo Zhicheng was standing had been engulfed in smoke and dust. The ground looked as if it had been swept by a meteor shower. Not only was it uneven, but there were also countless pieces of soil and rocks that had been blasted into powder.
"Huff ~ Huff ~ Huff ~ Huff ~" Perhaps it was because of the pressure, but when the Pope stopped waving his fists, he couldn't help but gasp for breath.
A hundred meters away, the smoke and dust was suddenly blown away by a gust of wind, revealing the unscathed Zuo Zhicheng.
"To be able to make me use the Blood Demon for defense... Not bad."
His cold gaze swept across the Pope's body, making him feel a chill from the inside out.
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