Apocalypse Gachapon

Saint Father couldn’t focus on killing the Death King Tree. His eyes lit up, and two streaks of blood fired toward the shadow that charged over.

That shadow was too quick that Saint Father couldn’t dodge. Thus, he chose another method.

Face off.

Saint Father’s attacks consumed energy. To him, this was his lifeforce.

He didn’t want to do this if he had any other choice.

But he was forced to attack.

If not, the Saint Father felt that he might really die here.

He thought of everything but didn’t think the faction from another world would be so hard to deal with.

He thought that those shining weapons were the only things worth his respect.