Ye Fan watched the defiant European Pope with a mocking expression. Despite his injuries, the Pope could only stare in despair at his shattered Holy Artifact.

"Come on, Pope, keep it up," Ye Fan said. "Weren’t you quite the fighter?"

The once-imposing Pope now looked as feeble as a sick cat. He shouted angrily, "Do you think this is all over?"

Ye Fan was shocked, thinking the European Pope had another trick up his sleeve. The look in the Pope’s eyes confirmed it, so Ye Fan remained on guard.

"If you have the guts, then follow me!" As soon as the words left his mouth, the European Pope transformed into a beam of light and fled.

Ye Fan nearly fell from mid-air. Even the Vampire Clan was left speechless. They had thought the European Pope still possessed some greater power, but who would have known he would utter such a line and then try to flee!

"Trying to escape? It won’t be that easy!" Ye Fan roared.

He swung the Heavy Prison Peak and gave chase. Within just fifteen minutes, he had closed the distance to the Pope, now only a few dozen kilometers away.

Suddenly, Ye Fan halted his flight. In that moment, he threw the Heavy Prison Peak with all his might. Unleashed by Ye Fan, the massive Heavy Prison Peak tore through the sky as it chased down the European Pope.

BOOM!

The collision was so immense that Ye Fan instinctively closed his eyes, unable to bear the gruesome sight.

The European Pope let out a piercing scream as he plummeted to the ground.

Ye Fan quickly followed. The area below was picturesque, with a crystal-clear, flawless lake and beautiful mountains, like a fairy’s abode. He retracted the Heavy Prison Peak and drew the Yuanhong Sword, but he could not find the European Pope anywhere.

I clearly saw him fall here. Why has he disappeared?

Ye Fan didn’t know where the Pope had landed, for a vast lake lay before him. At that moment, he could not sense the Pope’s aura or even a trace of the Holy Light of the Church. Ye Fan refused to believe the European Pope had simply disintegrated. Even if he had, there should have been a body. But now, not even a corpse could be found. Therefore, he was certain the Pope was still alive, just hiding somewhere.

He searched the surrounding area for a long time to no avail. Finally, he prepared to leave. To him, what could a mere European Pope do, even if he was alive? There would be plenty of opportunities to slay him in the future.

Just as he turned to leave, a pillar of water shot out from behind him.

Ye Fan spun around, raising the Yuanhong Sword to defend himself. Still, the blast sent him flying, and he crashed through dozens of large trees before finally coming to a stop.

He dispelled the remaining water and looked toward the lake. A vortex had formed on the water’s surface, and in the next moment, a figure rose from its center. The figure was clad in white armor and wielded a long white spear, radiating an intense Holy Light of the Church that fluctuated like a raging, overflowing river.

Ye Fan stood his ground, facing him. It was the European Pope. Ye Fan could hardly believe it. After taking such a devastating hit, the Pope was completely unharmed. It was truly terrifying.

"You’re still not dead!" Ye Fan said.

"You want me dead? Boy, you are far too naive. I wouldn’t die even if the Earth itself were destroyed! Are you surprised?" the European Pope taunted.

Ye Fan said coldly, "I am."

"Then allow me to tell you why," the Pope sneered. "Our founder, the God of Law, is one of the strongest beings in the Divine Race! Years ago, bound by the laws of this plane, he returned to the Divine Race. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"He left the Holy Armor of the Church and the Punishment Spear behind in the mortal realm!

"Any member of our people who finds the Holy Armor of the Church and the Punishment Spear will receive his protection!

"And I, after searching painstakingly for so many years, have finally found these two supreme treasures! With them, I have been restored to my peak power!

"However, boy, I must thank you for this. If you hadn’t struck me down into this very spot, I never would have obtained them!

"Now that I have returned to my peak, your death is certain!"

"HAHAHAHA!" the European Pope roared with laughter.

Having received the blessing of the God of Law, his power had instantly surged from its weakest point back to its absolute peak. Right now, he was undeniably the strongest being present. The two supreme treasures would continuously feed his body a vast, unending supply of energy. He now possessed impervious armor and a spear that could pierce through anything. The European Pope had obtained two top-tier Spiritual Artifacts, treasures once wielded by the God of Law himself.

Ye Fan was speechless. He never imagined the European Pope would acquire these two Spiritual Artifacts through such a bizarre stroke of luck.

At this, Ye Fan said to the European Pope, "True experts need no external power to be strong. Only the weak require the best protection to feel confident.

"Clearly, you are not strong. You are weak!"

The European Pope scoffed, "What if I am weak? As long as I can kill you, I am strong! The victor is crowned king while the loser is cast out. Has it not always been so?"

His attitude was clear: he would use any means necessary to kill Ye Fan.

He then shouted, "Time’s up! I’ll send you on your way!"

"Break!"

He lunged forward, thrusting the Punishment Spear. In that split second, just as the spear reached him, Ye Fan drew his Yuanhong Sword to block it. The two Spiritual Artifacts clashed, sending a shower of fierce sparks into the air.

The European Pope followed up with a punch.

Ye Fan quickly dodged and, in an instant, charged toward the European Pope with fluid grace and slashed down with his sword. However, when the Yuanhong Sword struck the Pope’s armor, it only left a scratch without piercing through.

Although this fell short of Ye Fan’s expectations, the European Pope was shocked. The fact that the blade could leave a mark on his armor was no simple feat.

He thrust his spear forward.

Ye Fan swiftly evaded and swung his sword at the Punishment Spear. The impact once again sent a terrifying jolt through the European Pope’s hands.

He immediately bellowed, "Judgement Power!"

Two distinct forces, one from the Punishment Spear and the other from the Holy Armor of the Church, erupted simultaneously. This bizarre technique caught Ye Fan completely off guard. He managed to block the Holy Court Fist, but he failed to stop the Judgement Power.

The Punishment Spear pierced through his body, impaling him and freezing him in place. Ye Fan let out a muffled grunt. He had never expected the power of the Punishment Spear to be so terrifying—so much so that he was powerless to stop it. If not for the protection of his Pure Yang Divine Gang, the spear might have drained all of his energy.

The European Pope pressed down hard on the Punishment Spear and sneered, "Do you know what you look like right now? Nothing but a dying dog gasping for its last breath! I can end your life whenever I wish!"

Weakened, Ye Fan replied, "You still can’t kill me!"

The European Pope roared in anger and threw a punch, but Ye Fan unleashed his Pure Yang Divine Fist, blocking the Holy Court Fist.