"Bishop Connell, what made you decide to call me?"
The person on the other end of the line was none other than Bishop Connell, the prelate from The Holy See who had previously dealt with Chu Feng in Paris for quite some time.
On the other end of the call, the originally vigorous Bishop Connell now lay weakly on a sickbed, only able to hold the mobile phone to his ear with the aid of a Monk beside him.
"Bishop Chu Feng, I need your help here! COUGH, COUGH..."
Hearing the weak voice on the other end of the line, Chu Feng's smile vanished in an instant.
"What happened?"
"It's the Gate of Breaking Boundary! We were too late. Demons... have escaped!"
Chu Feng, who had never expected to hear the term "Gate of Breaking Boundary" from someone else, felt his pupils constrict.
"Did you... close it?"
"It was a small Gate of Breaking Boundary. After losing... more than a dozen priests who had received Holy blessings, we've already destroyed it."
