Wherever he went, there were no survivors.
In the span of a few breaths, tens of thousands of hardened soldiers perished.
The Holy Knights of the Holy See suffered more than half casualties.
The Demon Race's forces were also largely decimated, their vitality severely weakened.
"My God! This monster!"
The Pope's eyes widened in terror, almost breaking down in fear.
"Light! Is it truly going to be destroyed by a Vampire?"
"Damn it! Damn it all!"
Talons also roared madly, unwilling to accept defeat.
But looking at the ground littered with corpses, he could no longer muster any strength.
Zhang Beixing stood with hands behind his back, giving them a disdainful glance.
"Is there anyone else who wishes to challenge my authority?"
His voice was not loud, but each word weighed a thousand pounds.
Sending chills down the spine of everyone present.
Alina and Richard exchanged glances again, their eyes filled with admiration.
No one expected their Master to be this powerful.
