"Lord Zhankesi, Lord Zhankesi!" a White-Robed Priest near Zhankesi suddenly shrieked.
"His lordship is dead! Lord Zhankesi is dead!" another Temple Knight cried out involuntarily. His cry was so loud that it carried far into the distance.
With blood clogging his throat, Paladin Blount could no longer hold it back when he heard this, and spat the pent-up blood out like an arrow. His once gleaming golden armor was covered in cracked fragments like a turtle shell. It seemed he had been badly injured in the last attack.
"Calm down, all of you! Hurry and secure the Book of Revelation!" Blount shouted from a distance.
Streaks of blood-red sword aura whistled down like a rain of arrows. The remaining thick blood clouds that had shrouded Han Shuo coiled around the descending sword aura, strengthening each streak of bloody light and turning them into deadly weapons against the Church of Light's followers below.
Agonized screams rose one after another. Under the wild barrage of bloody light, more than half the Church of Light's followers were killed or wounded in an instant. They were disemboweled one after another, dying horribly. Even the Temple Knights' sturdy armor could not withstand the piercing bloody light, and they fell into pools of blood.
Shouting, Blount pulled his body out of the ground. Seeing that a White-Robed Priest had already picked up the Church of Light's divine artifact, the Book of Revelation, he swept his Golden Spear out and blocked a streak of bloody light shooting toward his back. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Han Shuo high in the sky, boundless hatred filling his heart.
When the rain of bloody arrows finally subsided, only thirty-odd followers of the Church of Light remained around Blount. By now, this operation against the Lancelot Empire had