The summit of Everest was eerily quiet, with only the howling cold wind passing by, rustling everyone's clothes noisily.
At this moment, Glaive, Brahman, Lin Zhentian, and everyone else had their eyes fixed on the three figures in the sky, a heavy seriousness in their eyes.
They clearly recognized that the Pope and the Divine Child, who were chanting mysterious incantations, were definitely deploying a terrifying final move!
This was their last chance, the chance to kill Ying Yue, and they would stop at nothing!
"I wonder what move they are using?"
Glaive murmured to herself, "Our knowledge of the Holy Court is really too limited, alas..."
Brahman and the South American Priest said nothing, but their faces were extremely grave. Only now did they truly recognize the power of the Holy Court.
They even doubted whether, back when they forced the Holy Court to go into seclusion with the power of nuclear weapons, the Holy Court did so on purpose.
