In the other direction of Mt. Fuji, the Pope and the others finally stopped after running quickly for more than ten miles.

However, the Pope, who had just stopped, suddenly turned pale, and then spat out a mouthful of blood......

"Your Excellency, how are you?" Behind him, there was a surviving Holy See innate level master who hurriedly asked.

The Pope did not answer, but took out a bottle of holy water from his bosom and drank it, his face flushed again.

"I've got a little bit of an injury, but it's fine." The Pope shook his head.