Passing on the Lamp of the Buddha's Heart: Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

"Generals.

Right under your noses, someone is chanting that ill-omened bird-tongue.

They disturb my peace.

Help me...

Silence them and purge the evil!"

Within the spiritual platform.

The two imposing divine statues suddenly trembled.

The gilded mace in Qin Qiong's hand.

The steel whip in Yuchi Gong's hand.

Both let out a crisp, ringing tremor.

A violent fighting spirit instantly filled the entire hall.

The Door Gods existed to ward off evil, guard the home, and keep people safe.

Yet within their own domain.

Followers of an outside evil god were causing trouble.

That was a slap in the Door Gods' faces!

South of the city.

Inside a long-abandoned textile mill.

A nauseating stench of blood hung in the dark, damp basement.

More than a dozen sickly green candles formed a twisted circle.

Their flames flickered, casting light over the frenzied graffiti covering the walls.

Dozens of people in black robes were kneeling on the ground.

They surrounded a strange magic circle painted in blood.

At the center of the circle.

Lay an octopus tentacle, still writhing and covered in slime.

It was a "holy relic" they had brought out of their dreams.

As the chant continued.

The severed tentacle actually began to swell.

Its suckers opened and closed.

As though it were breathing.

Ripples like water waves began appearing in the surrounding space.

They were a sign that the barrier of reality was being corroded.

The black-robed man at the head wore a twisted, fanatical smile.

He raised both hands and howled:

"Great lord!

Please cast down Your gaze!

Transform this filthy world into the kingdom of Your dreams!"

Just then.

The heavy, long-rusted iron door of the basement.

Suddenly let out a thunderous crash as though it could bear no more.

Then.

As if struck head-on by a