"I don't care if I can outrun the gods, as long as I can outrun you!"
After the gods went on a rampage, attacked the Spirit World, and constructed a vast signal blocking net, they finally retreated from the Spirit World.
...
Returning to the mortal battlefield, as expected, the Pope, who originally used instant teleportation in a frenzy, now stood still on the spot.
"Congratulations to you all, although I don't know what you did outside the arena, the Pope can no longer move now, he seems incapable of hearing the Spirit World's echoes, caught in a maelstrom of self-doubt. This is your chance to defeat him and restore his memory....."
The God of Black Blood went straight in with a spear!
Pope? I'll send you flying!
The tall mortal Pope was flung into the air by the spear, landing in a corner, but seemingly uninjured. Meanwhile, the second layer of his psyche that had trapped him for so long also fell silent, slightly improving his mental condition.
