Their training was rigorous and their weapons excellent, yet before the divine power of Zhang Beixing, they appeared so small and helpless.
"Who exactly is this Zhang Beixing? His power is simply beyond human reach!"
"Could it be that he truly has received heaven's favor and become the Chosen One?"
The knights of the Holy See were filled with confusion and fear, not knowing what to do.
Just as both sides were locked in a standoff, a dazzling golden light suddenly descended from the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.
The crowd looked up and saw a figure clad in golden armor, wearing a halo of glory, slowly descending.
"It's... it's Archangel Michael!" someone exclaimed, their eyes full of reverence and admiration.
Michael smiled faintly, his gaze falling upon Zhang Beixing, his tone indifferent: "Beixing, you have already conquered the Demon Race and the Vampires, and now you want to challenge the authority of the gods?"
