"You killed her!!! You actually killed her!!!"
At that moment, a pained roar exploded beside He Ao's ears. He turned his head and saw the Anomaly Cult members charging toward him in fury, recklessly trying to drive their weapons into his body.
They had been affected by the power of the Witch Cult's High-Level Existence.
He Ao watched those crazed figures and swept his gaze across their faces.
These people existed in Bishop Wellens's memories. They had all once been core figures in the Anomaly Cult, and the evil they had committed could not be recorded in a single notebook.
The few rushing at the front had even been notorious within the Anomaly Cult for being "lecherous," relying on their strength or false identities to prey on many ordinary girls and boys.
And now, they were instead the ones most deeply controlled by the Witch Cultists' power.
He Ao shook his head and raised his spear. Amid spraying blood, those figures fell to the ground.
The beginning of desire was also the end of desire.
He Ao turned back and looked at De Norne, who had fallen to the ground beside him, covered in blood. He walked over.
De Norne stared at everything in stunned disbelief. Even with his eyesight, He Ao's movements just now had been far too fast. Looking at He Ao, he paused slightly before saying hoarsely, "You shouldn't have come. You should leave immediately. Run as far away as you can."
He Ao crouched beside him, placed a hand on his blood-soaked body, and said slowly, "You're dying."
"Cough." De Norne looked at He Ao and smiled. "How can people avoid death? I was already old. This time, I was ambushed, and I forcibly stimulated my strength with a mystic ritual. My whole body has been