Unless the Pope intervenes, who in this world can suppress that one?
Marching all the way through!
Ye Qingfeng led the Church's men, slaughtering along the way, and these outposts couldn't withstand Ye Qingfeng's attacks, all turned into a river of blood.
On the land of Western Europe, martial artists of the Dark Forces fell one after another, dealt with by Ye Qingfeng.
The last one was France.
This was a major stronghold, the forces of the Dark Forces here should have been stronger than those in England, but when Ye Qingfeng and the others flew into the stronghold, it was already deserted.
Only a splendid and grand cathedral was left, surrounded by towering castles.
"Senior Ye, it seems the people of the Dark Forces have received the news, thinking they are no match for you, so they retreated." Herbert came up to report.
"Hmm."
Ye Qingfeng nodded, it should be that long-haired Holy Son who escaped and returned to the headquarters of the Dark Forces.
