Oloch looked at the enemy floating in the sky.

His face was surprisingly ugly.

Looking at his ugly face, Milast beside him couldn't help frowning and asked.

"Who is that? I can feel his strength is very strong?"

Oloch gritted his teeth and spit out two words.

"pope."

"ah?!"

Hearing the name, Milast called out in surprise.

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