The bishop who had taken a sword through the heart was not afraid. Instead, he burst out laughing.
He flapped his bat wings and pulled away, the sword wound in his chest healing at a visible pace. Even the heart inside his chest was rapidly regenerating.
A powerful red radiance fought the lingering purple light around the wound before finally consuming it.
Without a sustained attack, the Youlan Sword could not effectively threaten someone as powerful as the bishop.
"Jack, you've grown far too arrogant... As a Sequence 6 Beyonder of the Fate Pathway, what makes you think you're qualified to interfere in our battle? Did murdering our people and burning down our branches in those remote corners give you such tremendous courage?"
The bat-winged bishop sneered in a low voice.
"Today, it's time to settle this grudge."
But the next second.
His smile froze.
Among the five Ghoul priests surrounding Chen Lun, one suddenly had his head ripped off without warning, as though an invisible hand had inexplicably plucked it from his shoulders!
With a wet rip!
The wound on the headless priest's neck looked just like it had been torn open by sharp claws, blood spraying from it continuously. His massive body fell alongside his beastly head, its expression still stunned, and both slammed heavily into the ground.
At the same time.
Chen Lun's severed arm regrew at incredible speed. If not for the missing sleeve of his damaged black formal suit, the injury just now would have seemed like an illusion.
An absurd thought suddenly sprang into the bat-winged bishop's mind-
Did this fellow transfer my claw strike onto the priest?!
What kind of supernatural power is this?!
Watching the shifting expressions on the bishop's face, Chen Lun laughed inwardly.
The other four Ghoul priests surrounding him