Constantine rushed towards Schiller, but he did not see the soul flickering in the dying man's body. In his eyes as if he had seen a ghost, Schiller moved.

The magic spikes composed of energy dissipated, and Schiller stood up slowly. There were dozens of wounds all over his body, but it didn't seem to affect his movements at all.

The next second, Constantine flew out.

The magical radiance all over his body has not dissipated, and he is also staring at Schiller's movements with concentration, but this time, he can't see any of Schiller's movements clearly, and the magic's defensive power also collapsed at the first touch.

The moment he fell to the ground, Schiller's hand grabbed his neck again. The spine was broken instantly, but it was restored by magic, and then the collarbone, ribs, skull...

Constantine was like a sandbag, constantly damaged by Schiller's attacks, but quickly healed by magic.

When he was choked again, he finally realized something and shouted to Zatanna, "Healing rune! Healing rune on the wall!!!"

Zatanna, who had been stunned by this series of events, woke up from a dream. Fortunately, she had eaten demons before and recovered some soul power. She came to the wall and poured power into the healing rune, and a ray of light came out.

Hit Schiller and Constantine.

Schiller's wounds gradually healed.

His fingers gradually became stiff, then loosened, and Constantine fell to the ground. Schiller, who regained his consciousness, sighed softly, straightened his tie with his hands, and looked down at his damaged suit.

"Now you owe me," Schiller said.

Constantine was shocked by his shamelessness.

"So, pay for my suit?"

The balance of the deposit flashed through Constantine's mind. He quickly got up from the ground and said, "Everything is easy to say except this."
Chapter completed!