At the same time, in the Riva Duchy, Shelor, a jet-powered supersonic plane departed from the Holy See's airport.
Inside Moses Manor.
Ivan held the phone that had been hung up with a wry smile on his face, thinking that Ling Fan would ask for his help, not realizing that Ling Fan just wanted to complain a few words of dissatisfaction.
In a small country neighboring the White Country, Alor Duchy, in a manor next to a large cathedral.
Nearly a hundred black-clad knights holding holy swords marched out in formation, following a man dressed in a black robe with golden cloud patterns, as they boarded a row of luxury cars.
Then, amidst the roaring engines, dozens of luxury cars sped away in one direction, disappearing in a cloud of dust.
The faces of the seven elders chasing Ling Fan were ashen, they had been pursuing for a while, but still couldn't catch up.
"Should we transform?" one of the elders suggested.