As the beast roars drew closer, dozens more figures suddenly shot out from the depths of the city. Sixteen of them wore identical red monk robes, purple demonic patterns spreading across their shaven heads.
Their gazes were like demons crawling out of the abyss. With their palms pressed together, black vines swept out from their bodies and shot toward the Evil Calamity Clan members and mixed-bloods in the city.
Watching their movements, Bai Yu saw the sixteen monks control the black vines as they plunged into the crowd. The vines wrapped up the nearest Evil Calamity Clan members and mixed-bloods, their thorns piercing into their bodies. In just a few breaths, the bodies of the trapped mixed-bloods shriveled away.
Their souls floated upward along the vines and were ultimately absorbed into the Flesh Lotuses in the monks' hands.
Countless people fled frantically, the viciousness on their faces wiped clean in that instant. Some, unable to break free after being entangled, howled madly.
"Aaaah! Kill me! Kill me now!"
Clearly, entering the lotus terrified them even more than having their souls scattered to the winds.
In merely a few minutes, the once bustling and prosperous city had become a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses. A thick stench of blood spread everywhere.
Bai Yu frowned as he looked at the sixteen monks. Although they appeared to possess the aura of life, they were puppets in essence.
Bai Yu felt nothing about this mutual slaughter. After all, there were no gods anywhere in the entire city—only Evil Calamity Clan members and mixed-bloods. They were not his kind.
Yet the monks' slaughter gradually made Bai Yu realize something. They were... maintaining order within the city?
Bai Yu looked toward the city gates. Though slaughter was underway inside and the streets had