"Anyway, you won't be able to see it anymore," the Cang King said as he grasped through the air. Under the overwhelming force of magic power, the Archbishop turned into a puddle of flesh, and Xixi quickly closed her eyes—it was too bloody!
Following the death of the Archbishop, the arena once again fell into a sinister stillness.
Those nobles who had been bribed and incited by the Disaster Church all knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe heavily.
The Cang King withdrew the magic formation and leaned back on his throne, whispering, "You all are the pillars of our Cang nation, so why would you side with the Disaster Church? Tell me, what should I do with you?"
"Your Majesty, your old servant is foolish, misled by treacherous people. I beg your Majesty to spare my family; I am willing to die to atone for my sins!" Having said that, without waiting for the Cang King's agreement, he grabbed a weapon and slit his own throat.
