After letting out a crazed, low roar, the Sacred Master gradually fell silent again.
His eyes were cold and sinister.
With the fury and killing intent in his heart, he truly wanted to slaughter the countless believers under his control with a single thought. Although Dongbo Xueying had already cut off at least ninety-nine percent of the believers' imprints, the Ancient Sage Cult had preached unceasingly through the long years, its reach far too extensive. There were even some universes and obscure Chaotic Lands where it had spread its teachings.
Dongbo Xueying could only save those he had discovered through intelligence.
The Sacred Master's chest burned with rising fury, yet he did not slaughter them. First, these believers could still provide a small amount of faith; second, he also wanted to use this to learn about the various major...