A powerful roundhouse kick landed directly on the side of Siegfried's chin!
With a crisp crack, Siegfried's neck was instantly broken, his spine shattered. The remaining force penetrated the skin, and tiny specks of blood burst forth.
Siegfried's body spun helplessly as it fell.
It was a deadly blow in just the moment of the encounter.
It was the combat technique passed down through generations of the Winged Ones, the god-slaying martial art of the former Winged Celestial Marshal!
It felt like the kind of injury a mortal would suffer in a sudden car accident while driving a motorcycle at speeds exceeding three hundred kilometers per hour. There was no chance of rescue, only the body's instinctive reflexes remained...
But at that moment, a divine radiance fell upon Siegfried.
Saint John looked solemnly in this direction, with flames of pure white already burning in both hands. It was as if his hands had turned into fireballs, radiating a brilliant and warm light!
