180: It’s getting more and more intense, the show is about to begin!

“Another empty city…”

Lydia looked at the deserted street with a crestfallen expression, stomping her foot in frustration, cracking the bluestone bricks into pieces.

She had been wandering for nearly an hour.

But finding two empty cities in a row left her with nowhere to vent her anger, and the more she searched, the more frustrated she became.

“I refuse to believe your entire Demon Realm has moved away…”

Lydia pouted, flailing her fists as if in a frenzy, then continued along the dirt road leading out of the city.

After an unknown amount of time, a majestic city with demons moving about finally appeared in her line of sight!

From afar, the entire city looked grand and imposing, covering an extremely wide area, with a colossal black and red main hall visible even from outside the city, highlighting its uniqueness!

Lydia’s face was filled with excitement, and with a burst of power under her feet, she was about to charge in and show off her skills.

Suddenly, she heard a series of thuds, and dozens of powerful demons wearing gruesome, fanged devil masks, their faces obscured, emerged from the surrounding sand.

From the distant hills to the left and right, smoke and dust suddenly billowed, and large demon armies appeared!

Lydia frowned slightly, realizing she had stepped into a trap.

However, she was not worried; instead, she became even more exhilarated!

Her fighting spirit surged, and her grin widened.

Golden holy light swirled around her fists, ready to unleash immense power at any moment.

Just then!

A black and red streak of light shot out from within the city, landing in front of her in just a few breaths!

It was none other than the Hell Demon King, Zachariah!

As soon as he landed, he sensed the holy light fluctuations emanating from Lydia, and his eyes narrowed.

He had thought the opponent was merely a slightly stronger Archbishop, but now it seemed he was gravely mistaken.

The woman before him was no less powerful than the former Old Pope; he had underestimated her level of strength.

Within the Light Church, the only one with such power could only be the new Pope, whom he had never met!

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly and said in a deep voice,

“A dignified Light Pope, actually disguising herself as a nun to ambush my Demon Realm? Has your Light Church fallen to such a state?!”

“What Pope? I’m just a nun. Less talk, more punching!”

Lydia, of course, would not admit her identity, nor did she want to debate with him, so she decisively attacked!

“Great Light God Fist!”

Boom!

The holy light fist shadow charged forward, and even its mere aftershocks forced the surrounding Demon Guards back half a step.

“Everyone, retreat!”

The Demon King cast a spell to defend himself, while also ordering everyone to retreat.

If the opponent were an Archbishop, the Demon Guards might be able to surround and attack her, but she was a Pope-level combatant, and only he could deal with her.

The fist shadow and magic collided, and the powerful energy of the shockwave spread wildly, sending a multitude of Demon Guards flying.

If Chen Beixuan were here, he would see terrifying damage numbers of tens of millions floating above their heads.

And this was merely the combat shockwave!

Without delay, the Demon Guards, along with the entire demon army, retreated, encircling the area from a distance.

Both sides were Level 180 King BOSSes, possessing formidable strength and numerous trump cards, ensuring a earth-shattering battle!

Lydia unleashed her full power at this moment, completely letting herself go!

She displayed astonishing strength as a Fist King and a Priest, capable of both offense and healing!

The Demon King was equally formidable, with the power of a Mage and the physique of a Blood Warrior, engaging in a back-and-forth battle.

Demonic flames and holy light continuously collided and exploded, as the two sides fought intensely...

...

“Sigh… how much longer until Uncle Chen comes back? I’m so bored…”

Han Dapao reached out and knocked down the sandcastle he had just built, complaining involuntarily.

Pedro was squatting on a withered tree, gazing into the distance, seemingly captivated by something.

Seeing that Han Dapao remained silent, he also stood up and looked into the distance, scratching his head in confusion.

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing, I’m just keeping watch over the surroundings. I suddenly thought of something happy.”

“What happy thing?”

“Uh… you stepped on Xiao Lu’s castle…”

Han Dapao quickly looked down upon hearing this, and indeed, he had crushed it...

Xiao Lu’s face darkened, and she stood up, radiating killing intent, her hair fluttering without wind!

“No… no, no, no! I’ll build you a new one!”

Han Dapao’s face turned pale with alarm, and he quickly waved his hands in surrender, then knelt on the ground, digging in the sand.

Just then,

Pedro, who was in the tree, suddenly straightened his face, flipped to the ground, and pulled the two into a pre-dug pit.

He didn't forget to throw a magic scroll that concealed their aura onto the ground.

“Hey, what are you doin—”

“Shh! Don’t speak.”

Pedro quickly covered his mouth.

Seeing his serious and earnest expression, Han Dapao also realized something and immediately fell silent.

Xiao Lu squatted obediently beside them, her small face filled with curiosity.

After about two or three minutes,

Through the small opening of the pit, they could see something golden whizzing by quickly in the sky.

Pedro gestured with his hand for them to stay still, indicating there was more to come.

Sure enough, less than half a minute later, two more streaks of light flashed by, and the dust stirred up by them partially covered the mouth of the pit.

“Alright, it’s clear.”

“What’s going on? Were those demons just now?”

Han Dapao couldn’t help but ask.

Pedro shook his head and shrugged, indicating that he wasn’t sure either, only that he sensed someone approaching rapidly.

Xiao Lu squatted to the side, observing Pedro’s classic “I know something but won’t tell” expression, and pondered thoughtfully...

...

Returning to the Demon God City, the battle raged fiercely.

Both sides’ conditions deteriorated at an extremely slow pace, with the Demon King having a slight edge.

After all, the battlefield was the Demon King’s home turf, allowing for more fluid energy recovery and manipulation, while Lydia’s holy light energy was naturally suppressed by half here.

If she didn’t unleash stronger ultimate moves, the outcome of this battle was predictable.

“Hahahaha, awesome, this is so awesome!”

Lydia exclaimed that punching flesh was incredibly satisfying, and she fought to her heart’s content.

Seeing this, the Demon King cursed her internally as a madwoman and intensified his attacks.

After a fierce punch that kicked up a circle of dust, the two separated, propelled by the recoil!

Lydia was about to continue when she heard an aged roar from a distance!

“Stop it now!!”

Hearing that incredibly familiar voice, Lydia’s face immediately fell, knowing that the fight could not continue.

The Demon King also raised an eyebrow, roughly guessing who the newcomer was.

As a former old rival, he naturally wouldn’t forget the other party’s voice.

Soon after,

A golden figure quickly arrived!

It was the Old Pope.

Seeing that both sides were still in good condition, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he arrived in time and prevented a major disaster.

He cleared his throat, first glaring fiercely at Lydia, then turned to the Demon King and said,

“I’m taking her away. Do you have any objections?”

Although his purpose for this trip was to take Lydia away and avoid trouble, as the Pope, he absolutely could not lose face.

The Demon King sneered, “Coming and going as you please? Do you really think my Demon Realm is made of mud?!”

“Come on, there are no outsiders here, and you haven’t suffered any losses. Give me some face; it’s better for everyone this way.”

The Old Pope narrowed his eyes, trying to reason with him.

However, this sentence happened to hit the Demon King’s sore spot!

He immediately flew into a rage: “Old man, she killed my Demon Lord! You call that no loss? Are all you people from the Light Church so shameless?!”

The Old Pope was stunned, turning his head sharply to look at Lydia, his beard bristling and eyes wide with anger.

“...How could you kill their Demon Lord?!”

“It wasn’t me…”

“Zachariah! Today is your day of reckoning!”

Lydia hadn’t finished speaking when two more voices came from the distance!