บท 297: Our thoughts are one

The light Pope had a gentle expression on his face as he looked down from the sky.

With a slight movement of the Corona scepter, countless white rays of light condensed into threads, penetrating the endless spiritual energy of death, piercing through the air, and falling on the undead creatures below in an instant.

Chi Chi Chi ...

The white light threads were extremely precise, and they pierced through the soul Fire in the undead creatures 'bodies one by one. The white light exploded and turned into even more ferocious and dazzling flames, instantly burning and purifying the blue Soul Fire. The undead that lost their Soul Fire turned back into skeletons and fell to the ground.

Whether it was the lowest level of skeletons or the powerful undead knights and liches, they were all being purified and destroyed by the Church of Light. Their already dead bodies died again.