Chapter 787: Lanci Listens Intently to the Wailing of the Blood Clan_7

The flames began to scorch the Holy Polante Pope.

"You few, don't just stand there, come and entertain our guest together."

Third Ancestor Duke Rashar turned his head, casting a meaningful look towards the skyline, a smirk on his face, as he called out to several silhouettes emerging from the blood mist at the edge of Blood King Palace Square.

At this moment, the Holy Polante Pope hadn't even had time to react.

"Die, Pope!"

All he saw in his field of view was a new figure suddenly appearing in front of him.

The figure's eyebrows were tightly knit, and a provocative smile forced through his lips as his military uniform burst open from the surge of power.

His right hand thrust forward violently, striking almost directly at the cheek of the Holy Polante Pope.

When the explosive sound echoed through the Blood King Palace, dust scattered and the figure of the Holy Polante Pope flickered, narrowly avoiding the blow.