C2363 A Bamboo Stick to Break the Divine Light

The figure that jumped down from the air was naturally a rock.

"Pu -"

The magma sword was like cutting tofu as it easily pierced through Foronie's head.

The power of faith was like decoration at this moment.

Scorching magma gushed out from Foronie's body.

Amidst the mournful wails, the old figure was gradually melted.

Anger, hatred, unwillingness..