The cross—or rather, the Archbishop of Calamity—instinctively withdrew its tentacles.
It was the same as someone hurriedly pulling their hand away after touching a scalding coal.
But even it had not expected that, in withdrawing, it would bring the blazing-hot coal along with it.
And the other party could actually laugh, then take advantage of the momentum to charge straight at its face.
"Clatter..."
The cross on the eastern side of the town reacted quickly, instantly breaking free of that tentacle.
A furious expression appeared on its face. This was the first time it had abandoned part of its own body immediately upon making contact.
But by then, Lu Xin's body had already been yanked into the air, higher than the cross itself.
Then he lowered his head and looked at the cross's head. Seeing the terror in the Archbishop of Calamity's eyes, he pulled the corners of his mouth into a long grin.
His other arm rose high. Violently trembling black particles covered the entire limb.
Using the momentum of his descent, he smashed it heavily toward the top of the cross.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
The expression on the eastern cross's head, belonging to the Archbishop of Calamity, became terrified and uneasy.
Its head suddenly split apart, and countless nerves and blood vessels surged upward at once.
It was like a patch of earth being dug open to reveal a nest of snakes, writhing and entangling themselves nonstop.
Amid the dizzying scene, countless wide-open snake mouths viciously bit upward.
Looking at this scene, Lu Xin was truly...
...excited.
He raised his arm high and brought it straight down toward the "snake nest" below.
His entire arm was wrapped in those black particles, making it look as if he were wearing a black glove.
"Pfft..."
A frenzied, savage aura