Within Vatican, Schiller, hailed as the last ancient knight, erupted with radiance of light and darkness. The two energies boiled as he fled for his life at extreme speed.
Wings of light and darkness appeared behind him. He was nearly approaching five times the speed of sound, though he had paid a tremendous price, coughing blood nonstop. Using both light and dark powers at once inflicted immense harm on him; these two opposing energies clashed with each other.
"Can you escape?!"
Chu Feng watched Schiller struggle on. He merely stretched out a hand, and a flame flew forth, sweeping Schiller back the next instant.
"I am willing to submit to you. We are both human; spare my life..."
After landing in a disheveled state, Schiller decisively begged for mercy. Hailed as the last knight and the Holy See's living legend, he knew how to yield when necessary.
He had once been glorious, acting to suppress several Beast Kings and prevent them from causing havoc in the West. Yet for greater profit, he had naturally abandoned his principles. Now he emphasized his human identity again. It was utterly laughable.
"No need!"
Chu Feng spoke indifferently and brought down his palm without hesitation. These old relics of the former era were precisely the ones who deserved death most. They had cooperated with Beast Kings who slaughtered humans to set up a bloody killing trap; leaving such old monsters alive would only bring disaster.
"Ah!"
Schiller's despairing cry came to an abrupt halt. The remaining Kings were terrified. One King after another, who had earlier slaughtered the other Kings, had been killed. Only a few powerful Beast Kings, such as the Arctic King and Black Dragon King, remained sprawled on the ground, barely breathing.
Chu Feng had spared them not out of mercy,