Rod turned a deaf ear, both hands in motion, sending out a barrage of giant star shuttles like a torrential downpour.
Yet they had no effect on the Pope, instead provoking him further.
Boom!
The Fallen Pope roared furiously and lunged at him; one hand thrusting a black sword, the other slashing diagonally with a scythe. The ripples in the unstable Spiritual Energy were extremely clear, measuring only about 2,200,000 kilocals, just barely stronger than Rod.
After all, this was the attack of a True King, and the Primordial Spirit Power far surpassed Rod's Monarch Spiritual Energy; it was impossible to block head-on.
However, the attack was too rigid, like that of a novice. Rod seized the right moment and easily dodged, counterattacking with a swift strike. The Star Longsword, formed by the condensation of the Star Line, struck his chest.
