The closer they got to the mountains, the more Evil Creatures appeared. The combat cultivators soon found themselves locked in a bitter struggle, surrounded on all sides by a surging tide of Evil Creatures that attacked them relentlessly.
The situation was highly unusual. The Silent Guard's Spirit Expulsion Death Zone was active at all times, making the Evil Creatures within its range feel as though they were being plunged into a boiling cauldron. The agony of having their evil power stripped away instinctively filled the twisted monsters with fear and revulsion.
By all rights, the monsters should have instinctively fled the Spirit Expulsion Death Zone at once. The fact that they were overcoming that instinct could only mean that something was secretly driving them. At the thought of an Advanced Tier Evil Creature lurking in the shadows, Milak tensed and grew even more cautious.
"May the holy light shine!"
The exorcist priest raised his staff high. The several-dozen-kilogram power staff in his hands became a miniature golden sun. Golden divine power radiated from it, and every Evil Creature caught in its light burst into flames like gasoline set alight, shrieking as it ran about wildly,
before turning to ash amid the flames.
The attack instantly wiped out more than ten thousand Evil Creatures within a radius of several kilometers, creating a rare patch of clean ground amid the crimson tide. But just as the divine radiance reached its peak and began to fade, the Evil Creatures that had been holding back seemed to suddenly regain their courage. They roared and charged at the warriors fighting on.
Taking advantage of the brief respite, the cultivators quickly recovered their strength. When the surging demonic tide swept toward them again, they immediately met it head-on.
Milak glanced at the exorcist priest's weary figure.