Like an Asura's Hell

At that moment, they finally understood what all that mist around the steward had been about.

It was clearly Dongfang Jinghan's doing.

Because according to the information they had, neither Wang Sheng's two martial souls, the Blazing Blade and the Earth Explosive Bear, could use a soul skill like mist formed from frost.

Only Dongfang Jinghan, who possessed the Ice Sword martial soul, could have used it.

In that case, the one who had struck right in front of them earlier and killed the steward without being discovered by them had been Wang Sheng.

But even if they knew who was inside the hall and who was outside, so what?

They still couldn't find either of them.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

The screams continued. After all, there were quite a few people in this branch hall; they couldn't possibly all be slaughtered so quickly.

The reason the voices were getting closer and closer was because these people had already realized that, with their strength alone, they couldn't resist Dongfang Jinghan at all. They could only fight while fleeing toward the Inner Hall, hoping the bishop they had always obeyed could save them.

As the screams drew nearer, the cries for help from the fleeing members of the branch hall also reached the Inner Hall.

"Honored deacons, save us!"

"Lord Bishop, please save us! If you still don't act, we're going to die! Wuwuwu..."

Under extreme terror, even some of the guards who could be considered elites could not hold back their sobs.

"Bastard!"

Among these guards, quite a few were relatives, disciples, or close acquaintances of the deacons and the guard members.

How could they possibly remain unmoved when they heard their pleas for help?

Every one of them wore a furious expression.

Even Bishop Liuyun's eyes were filled with anger.