As for Jialan, her method of attack was much simpler.
Without Baili Pangpang's flashy tricks or Cao Yuan's terrifying momentum, she drifted into the crowd like a falling bouquet, strolling leisurely amid attacks as dense as rain.
Whenever she spotted a recruit with higher combat skills or a particularly unusual Forbidden Ruin, Jialan would simply exchange a couple of moves with him before knocking him unconscious with a punch.
For those who were merely average in every respect, she knocked them out without another word.
This simple, unadorned method of attack caused swathes of recruits around her to collapse. She was like an emotionless punching machine, swiftly clearing out a vacuum around herself.
An Qingyu stood motionless with the Black Coffin on his back. Countless Frostvine vines burst from the earth beneath his feet, weaving around him as they simultaneously fought numerous different recruits.
An Qingyu calmly adjusted his glasses. Beneath the pale lenses, his eyes gave off a faint gray gleam as they slowly swept across the recruits...
"Let me see... where are you hiding?" he muttered.
"Something doesn't seem right?"
The three Ancient God Church members mingling among the recruits watched the chaotic battlefield before them, their expressions somewhat strange.
"These people... none of them feel like Lord Qianmo?"
"Yeah. They appeared at the same time, which means they aren't a tactical illusion Lord Qianmo created by exploiting a time difference. They can only be Lord Qianmo's incarnations... But Lord Qianmo's strength has been suppressed. Could he still have so many powerful incarnations?"
"But... didn't they say they were from the Ancient God Church? If they aren't Lord Qianmo, then who could they be?"
Among the three, the gaunt recruit frowned and pondered for a long time. As though he had thought of something, his expression turned