Thousands upon thousands of scarlet threads shot out in unison, filling almost every gap in the church.
The Cold Godscions making noise all around had no time to react before the densely packed scarlet threads pierced their bodies, riddling them with holes!
They were pinned to the walls like grotesque reliefs carved into the stone itself.
The scarlet threads extending wildly outward pierced not only the Godscions but also the thick stone walls, shooting straight toward the dome with devastating force.
Thousands of threads pierced the towering dome, sending fragments of stone raining down.
The priest's savage grin froze on his face. He stood motionless, seemingly scared witless.
Scarlet threads pressed against his face, neck, and limbs, leaving him like prey trapped in a spiderweb.
Bai Ye tilted his head slightly, exhaled a thin stream of smoke, and said calmly, "Any more?"
The priest shook his head blankly. "No... Aah!!"
Thousands of threads pierced his entire body.
Whoosh!
The crisp sound of retracting threads abruptly rang out.
The scarlet threads that had pierced every Godscion and the entire church withdrew in an instant, racing back along the paths they had pierced and plunging into Bai Ye's body.
Without the threads holding them up, the corpses fell to the floor. Their flesh and blood had already vanished, leaving only desiccated bodies.
Countless shafts of sunlight streamed through the hole-riddled church, striking Bai Ye's black-and-gold trench coat like laser beams.
He casually tossed aside his half-smoked cigar, strolled over the corpses, and left the church.
"Boring."
These few people from the West Continent had utterly failed to satisfy a god.
Bai Ye had thought the people from the West Continent who had invaded and occupied the East Continent would be powerful. After this initial test, however, he found that they were merely