Lu Yuan raised his hand, ripped aside the rag serving as the main tent's door, and strode inside.
The four figures whispering inside froze in unison. All four heads rose at once and turned toward the entrance.
Thin mist poured through the open flap. The silhouette standing in the entrance had two overlapping heads, with extra arms wrapped around its front and back. For a moment, the four heretics could not tell what had barged in.
All four stared blankly.
In that brief instant, Lu Yuan had already charged inside. Only then did they see that it was one person carrying another on his back.
"The Seed..."
One of those kneeling on the outside abruptly stood up, his eyes fixed on Lu Yuan's back. The devotion on his face was instantly overwhelmed by wild excitement.
"It's the Seed's aura! Put down the Seed our Holy Sovereign prizes!"
Lu Yuan's eyes flickered as he met the man's gaze, which was clearly fixed on Frey behind him.
The heretic lunged at him with a roar. His flesh churned, and masses of bone spikes burst from his body, tearing through his clothes. In the blink of an eye, he resembled a hedgehog covered in bone spikes.
Lu Yuan wasted no words. He drove forward, stepped right up to the man, and threw a punch that went straight through his head.
Then Lu Yuan twisted his wrist. As he pulled his hand back, he caught the man's neck and wrenched upward, tearing off his entire head along with a section of broken cervical spine.
Blood sprayed out, but before it could reach the ground, it vanished completely in midair.
Holding the head, Lu Yuan watched it shrivel at a visible rate, growing even more certain of one thing.
Whenever a heretic's corpse was destroyed,