Giovanni hurriedly nodded and bowed, scrambling out of the hall.
Alexander barely managed to support his body and stumbled out as well.
Before leaving, he glanced back at Zhang Beixing, his eyes filled with deep fear and a hint of reluctance.
But soon, as if he thought of something terrible, he quickly lowered his head and fled in panic.
In the hall, only Zhang Beixing and a few of his trusted followers remained.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing expressions of release.
The earlier atmosphere was too oppressive and terrifying.
They felt as if they could be crushed to powder by Zhang Beixing's Power at any moment.
But now, the nightmare was finally over.
They could finally breathe again.
"Master... Master..."
Alina cautiously spoke, her voice carrying a slight tremble.
"Are... are you okay?"
Zhang Beixing glanced at Alina, his lips slightly curving upwards.
"How could anything be wrong? A mere Holy See can't do anything to me."
