Water

Before long, the bloody water flowing from Lu Xiucai's forehead had covered his entire face. His lips moved rapidly as he recited the Spirit Medium Incantation.

"Your disciple comes in sincerity to pay respects to kin. Revered deity of this altar, descend at once! The body transforms into spirit, spirit transforms into body; transform and raise mountains and rivers, open the radiant road! Step by step, come guide us! Inch by inch, come support the medium! Raise the Spirit Medium and unleash divine light, open the golden mouth and proclaim all clearly! Divine soldiers, divine fire, swift as the law decrees!!"

Just as Lu Xiucai began the ritual, those torches had already reached a point not far from Li Huowang and the others. At this distance, their appearances could be seen clearly.

They were the people who had fled earlier. So many had died, yet they actually dared to come back.

Li Huowang quickly spotted what they were relying on to dare return. At the very front of the crowd stood several elderly people wearing Fish Skin Daoist Robes.

Unlike the others in both attire and bearing, their expressions were solemn. They held thick, bowl-sized incense sticks in both hands, continuously worshipping in all directions while seemingly chanting something.

Li Huowang could hear them, but he could not understand them. It was some local dialect.

The white incense smoke did not disperse. Instead, it gathered around them, hovering close yet distant in a hazy mass.

Behind them, the crowd carried out a mural while shouting in rhythm.

No, more accurately, they had torn down an entire wall and brought it over.

"What kind of evil was this?"

Looking at these fishermen covered in dragon-scale tattoos, Li Huowang could not help recalling the water bandits he had encountered on the great