Crack!
The neck bone snapped, blood gushing out.
The High Priest's eyes bulged, and he fell silent forever.
"As for this..."
The man held up the Divine Artifact with one hand, glancing disdainfully.
In the next moment, his five fingers closed.
Crack! Crack!
The Divine Artifact turned into powder, dissipating without a trace.
"It's just like that."
The man in the black robe withdrew his hand, a cold smile on his face.
Decisive and ruthless in his means.
In just a moment, he had completely severed a clan's hope.
On the other side, at the Church Headquarters.
The atmosphere was as heavy as water, killing intent pervasive.
Countless bishops gathered in the grand hall, whispering to each other.
"That Vampire Zhang Beixing, along with the Demon Race and Barbarian Race rabble, they all deserve death!"
"These mere heretics also dare to challenge the dignity of the Holy See of Light?"
"Truly ignorant of life and death!"
Angry voices rose and fell.
