"Hm?"
Seeing Ye Lin's expression, Dugu Feng reacted as well. He suddenly frowned and looked toward the surrounding void.
The void appeared calm, but several powerful auras were faintly closing in from all directions.
"More guests have arrived. And this time, there seem to be quite a few of them. Then let's give our guests a proper welcome."
Ye Lin clapped his hands, slowly rose to his feet, and smiled. Though these people had concealed their auras well, they still could not hide from him.
"Guests? Then we'll make sure they never return."
Dugu Feng gave a cold smile, his right hand tightening around the wooden sword in his arms, a flicker of heat flashing through his eyes.
His reputation had been overshadowed by Ye Lin, but one must not forget that his own strength was far from weak. Above the pinnacle, no peerless prodigy above the pinnacle was simple.
"They're here."
Ye Lin abruptly raised his head and swept a hand forward. A black banner was instantly shattered by a flick of his sleeve.
"The world belongs to our Holy Church. All heretics shall be purged."
The next moment, figures in black robes emerged from every direction around the island within Ye Lin's sight. They all wore white masks, making for an exceedingly eerie sight.
Each of them held a hand bone in their hands, green flames burning atop the bones.
"Holy Church?"
Dugu Feng slowly gripped his wooden sword, confusion flashing through his eyes. Had he encountered some so-called cultists?
So-called cultists were merely the last sliver of hope prayed for by those driven to the end of the road. Such people all carried a god in their hearts, a god they worshipped. Taking that god as their faith, they brought calamity upon an entire region.
"Heretics must