She's so close! Can't she wait any longer? Lu Luo thought.
He didn't show anything out of the ordinary on the surface, just continued to walk forward, holding Qi Xinzhu's fingers.
Mo Fan, following closely behind them, was getting closer and closer, and there were fewer and fewer people around.
She was like a ghost wielding a huge scythe, ready to swing her death god's scythe at any moment to harvest the lives of Lu Luo and Qi Xinzhu.
This was a situation that Lu Luo could not accept.
Although they were already very close to where the Judgment Chief and the Pope were fighting, this distance was clearly too great; they were obviously too late.
A Seventh Tier… this is a truly terrible situation! Overwhelming strength can render many combat techniques useless. The principle of brute force triumphing over skill applies universally. Now, let's see just how strong this old woman's power really is, Lu Luo mused.
