After Andre finished speaking, he picked up Salvatore Doni and quickly left. The matter of a King being injured absolutely could not be known by others. If word reached the other Kings, it might cause huge trouble. The best course was to find a place to hide where the others could not find them.
The three leaders of the Magic Society and Erica all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Chen Fan let Salvatore Doni go. No matter what, Salvatore Doni was Italy's King. If Salvatore Doni died, it would strike at the fundamental interests of the Italian Magic Association.
Erica came to Chen Fan's side. "Chen Fan, how are you? You weren't hurt, were you?" Erica was somewhat worried. After all, Salvatore Doni had not earned the title of Sword King for nothing. That Authority had been obtained from the Celtic God King, and what it represented was invincibility—there was nothing that sword could not cut through.
Chen Fan waved a hand at Erica and said with a smile, "It's nothing. I just used up some stamina. It's not a problem." Chen Fan had plundered the kinetic energy of Earth's rotation and clashed with Salvatore Doni. No matter how much Salvatore Doni's Authority was amplified in legend, there was still a limit.
Hearing Chen Fan say that, Erica relaxed somewhat. She knew that if Chen Fan had truly gone all out, Salvatore Doni might not even have had the chance to attack. Moreover, Chen Fan clearly had not used all his strength. Erica knew Chen Fan also had an angel transformation, and that form seemed to be his strongest state.
"I'm sorry, Chen Fan. I didn't expect things to turn out like this. If I'd known, I wouldn't have asked you to hold back." Erica regretted it