Uriel roared repeatedly, mustering all his strength, yet he couldn't make the Holy Spear advance any further.
"Justice with bare hands is not justice; you cannot punish sin, you are not justice."
Wayne tightened his grip, and under Uriel's horrified gaze, forcibly took the Holy Spear from him.
The next moment, a blinding white light flashed, and excruciating pain swept through his body from his chest, causing Uriel to let out a pained scream.
Wayne, holding the Holy Spear, pierced through Uriel's chest, lifting him into the air, golden blood streaming down along the spear, drop by drop forming a line.
"You see, justice is weeping, yet you are helpless..."
"How about this, instead of letting justice be wronged, let me represent justice; I have the power to protect her from crying."
"Hehehehehe————"
Wayne let out a hearty laugh, clenching his fist and punching forward, the impact of the black punch wind smashing into Uriel's face, sending him flying backward.
