The arrow in Old Nine's hand was shot out sharply.
As the arrow flew, the entire cell went silent for an instant, everyone's gaze centered on this arrow.
Even Cyril Kaye, begging for mercy, lost all color in his face under this arrow.
He was going to die!
He knew very well, if he took this arrow head-on and if the Chosen One didn't intervene, he'd surely die.
Helpless to resist, he gave up entirely, spreading his arms wide and closing his eyes to await his death.
At this moment, a stern reprimand echoed in his ears.
"Coward! As a warrior guarding the Holy Light, how can you surrender when faced with darkness?"
With the roar in his ears, Cyril Kaye's eyes shot open, and intense elation followed.
Because he saw, right before his own eyes, that arrow of his doom paused in front of a Holy Light Cross.
Obviously, the Chosen One from the Heavenly Abyss had taken action.
"Lord Chosen One!"
