At that very moment, the European Pope once again thrust the Punishment Spear forward.
Ye Fan let out another muffled groan. His Pure Yang Divine Gang began to weaken, and after being struck by the Pope's fist, he suffered an unimaginably heavy blow.
"Your brilliance ends here," the European Pope said to Ye Fan. "But you can be proud. At least you managed to embarrass me!"
But Ye Fan retorted, "You will never understand the essence of a true powerhouse!"
"Essence?" the European Pope said disdainfully. "Look at you, just clinging to life. You're in no position to speak to me of essence!"
Ye Fan continued, "The so-called essence is to grow in the midst of desperation and to crush one's opponents. That is what makes a powerhouse!"
"And what will you use to crush me?" The European Pope was utterly dismissive of Ye Fan.
"Watch carefully!" Ye Fan declared.
He drew the Yuanhong Sword and used it to block the Punishment Spear.
