Those Holy Knights raising their swords were pinned alive on the spot.
No longer able to approach the Master.
"My God..."
Someone gasped in a trembling voice, knees buckling.
While more people had shut their eyes in fear.
Afraid of becoming the next soul to depart.
Zhang Beixing stood with his hands behind his back, a cruel smile flickering at the corner of his lips.
In the face of absolute power, all struggles are futile.
"Michael, what other tricks do you have?"
He turned his head, coldly staring at the Archbishop.
A mocking gaze, as if looking at a dying person.
"Ha, just a mere Vampire, don't get too complacent."
The leader of the Holy See, who was called by name, forced a smile.
"Don't forget, I am the Archbishop wielding the power of light."
"As long as I live, I will never let you dominate the world!"
Words carried a desperate or die sensibility.
"Is that so? Then let me see how long you can hold on."
Zhang Beixing laughed coldly and raised his hand to point.
