The Pope didn't even notice how Ji Chuan cut off his hands. He slumped on the ground and kept backing away. Finally, he realized the danger he was in. It seemed that the other party was really a god with such means.

"Sir, save me! Come and save me!"

As the Pope wailed miserably, the room darkened. A black gas swirled in the room, and a dark shadow appeared in the center of the room.

Broken and terrifying wings, sharp and slender claws, and a bloodshot and turbid eyeball on the face.

Ji Chuan squinted his eyes and looked at the demon.

It quickly approached Ji Chuan, its cloudy eyeballs pressed against Ji Chuan's face, and a strange and hoarse voice rang out in the room, "Be my food, you look delicious."

The sharp claws were raised as if to chop Ji Chuan's neck.

But Ji Chuan's expression always remained the same, a little unhappy and a little disgusted.

The demon was a little surprised, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid of you?"

Ji Chuan grabbed the demon's neck, and the demon did not hesitate and chopped down quickly with his sharp claws.

I thought it could fully enjoy the opponent's fear and then devour the target, but I didn't expect that the opponent didn't show any fear at all. Even if it was a god, this shouldn't be the case, right?

The sharp claws fell but did not hurt Ji Chuan at all, because it found that a door made of skulls appeared out of thin air in front of Ji Chuan.

His claws had been sucked into the gate, and his body was sucked in uncontrollably. Although the Pope wanted to escape, he found that his fat body was also moving towards the gate.

Without his hands, he couldn't even struggle, and was sucked into the black gate of hell along with his demon lord.

The Pope was extremely shocked when he saw the scene around him.

"What kind of god are you?!"

"I am both the god of faith and the god of death."