An Chen looked at the astonished priest. Without hesitation, his body instantly shone with yellow light.
His eyes grew a little cloudier, but that did not affect his movements.
An Chen stood and pressed down gently. By the time the priest beneath the altar reacted and released seven Soul Rings, it was already too late.
With a bang, the priest was pinned firmly to the ground. The wooden boards of the altar instantly shattered, leaving a hole, and the priest was pressed into it, flattened against the stone beneath.
An Chen wasted no words on him. A Flame Spear instantly appeared at his fingertips. With a light flick, the spear shot toward the priest, piercing straight through the back of his chest and pinning him to the ground.
The priest screamed. Beside him, a figure radiating a seven-colored halo was pinned down as well.
Then he felt the stone beneath him shatter again, and he fell into another place.
This space was pitch-black and utterly silent, save for the sizzling of the black Flame Spear embedded in him as it constantly scorched his body.
He groaned incessantly, but gravity held his body so firmly that he could not move.
Then a pale arm appeared, seized his neck, and dragged him in one direction.
Soon, dazzling sunlight struck him again. He discovered that An Chen had already lifted him by the neck with his left hand, holding him high overhead and scrutinizing his face and body.
Only then did An Chen clearly see the man's appearance. He felt that he looked familiar, but could not remember where he had seen him.
By now, the fiery sunset clouds outside had completely faded, and night had fallen. An insubstantial mask appeared in An Chen's other hand, and he gently laid it over the