Chapter 167: Merely a Fatal Wound, Not Fatal at All

Hotel second floor.

At about the second floor, the originally spacious and bright corridor was now reduced to broken walls and ruins.

The air was filled with dust and the stench of blood, the collapsed ceiling was covered with smoke damage, and splatters of fresh blood were visible everywhere.

Next to the fallen walls and damaged doors, several cold corpses lay with eyes wide open in gray and white.

Philomena, sword in hand, arrived at the corridor and witnessed the scene before her, with a frightening gleam surging in her eyes.

No matter who the attackers were, or who the ambushers were, it was an undeniable fact that the Moonlight Church had suffered heavy casualties. If it really was the work of the Windsor Magic Department, she would make them pay for their blood debt in blood.

Ahead, the sounds of battle rang out.

Close combat was intense, and screams never ceased.