"Church predecessors, save me!"
Huang Long exclaimed.
"That's the Divine's Right Hand!" an elder called out.
Ruben also narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, "The Church's artifact must ultimately be reclaimed. Go ahead!"
Thirty-odd people stepped into the void, ready to rush toward Zhong Ming.
"My disciple, who dares to touch him!"
Above the heavens, two figures suddenly appeared.
A young man in a black robe, with black hair and eyes, a delicate face, his hair gently dancing.
Behind him, followed a woman in a black tight suit, standing silently, extremely cold.
"Ye, Ye Qingfeng!"
"Ye Kill God, he has finally appeared! Facing the Church's army, he showed up resolutely, how bold!"
"It's so good, Ye Kill God has appeared, Huaxia Martial Arts is saved. Let the European Church see the strength of our Huaxia!"
The crowd exclaimed in joy, as if seeing Ye Qingfeng was akin to seeing the Savior.
These people had already fallen into blind worship.
