Hao Ren stared dumbfounded at the scene before him. It took him a long while to recover from his shock: So this Siren girl was actually this powerful?
"Phew—" Nangong May let out a long breath, her expression shifting unpredictably as though he had no idea what she was thinking. Then she slithered forward, coiled around the still-sleeping child, and returned to Hao Ren's side. "This side's taken care of. The child was probably drugged unconscious. She'll be fine after getting outside and breathing some fresh air."
Hao Ren glanced at the child and only then realized she was a little girl. She was filthy and dressed in ragged clothes, so he had failed to recognize her earlier. He turned to look at the situation in the rocky hall, only to find, disappointedly, that there were no survivors. The cultists had either exhausted their vitality and magical power before turning into puddles of sludge, or had been reduced to dust by Nangong May's bizarre ability. It seemed that capturing them by ordinary means would have been impossible.
The two of them searched the hall carefully, hoping to find records or texts related to this secretive cult, but they found nothing. Hao Ren then began rummaging through the clothes and equipment left behind by the dead cultists. He discovered that they might all have been residents of Leighton Town and the surrounding areas. Judging from their clothes, there were farmers, merchants, the poor, and the wealthy among them. There were even professional soldiers and mercenaries. On one cultist who had melted into sludge, he found a tiny pendant. He could not help exclaiming under his breath, "A Kingdom Knight?"
There were actually soldiers from the Kingdom Knights among these heretics?! What exactly was this organization?!
At that moment, Nangong May also