The Archbishop looked back, hesitation on his face as well.
Under normal circumstances, Wu Heng was an Association Leader, bound by the Association's rules.
Even if there was a conflict between them, with so many people present, Wu Heng could not do anything to him.
But the situation now was different.
He had pressured the First Prince and continuously reinforced the Front Line.
That gave Wu Heng a reason.
And this matter would be easy to investigate. With a casual question, those ministers below would surely expose everything they had done just to stay alive.
Given the temperament of the young hero before him...
He had even dared to kill the Pope. Why would he spare local clergymen like them?
Mocking him behind his back had been one thing. Who could have expected him to actually come here and kill them?
The more the Archbishop thought about it, the colder his heart became. Cold sweat slid down his spine, soaking through his silk undershirt.
The knuckles gripping his staff turned white. He glanced toward the main gate. "Charge..."
Before he could finish, dazzling magical light suddenly erupted from the Shadow Council's position.
Three figures turned into afterimages and lunged toward the main gate. Flames, fist winds, and arrows exploded forth in an instant, striking at the Skeleton Attendants guarding the entrance.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~!
The next second, a dense barrage of piercing sounds rang out. Droplets shot forth like arrows, accurately piercing through every escapee.
Blood spread across the golden tiles. Even the last person to fall had only made it three or four meters.
The battle ended in the blink of an eye. Where the Shadow Council had stood, only the Witch Viola remained, standing there alone.
To outsiders, it looked more like she had failed to keep up