The saintess let out a scream, but it sounded nothing like a human voice—so shrill that the glass around the church shattered in sheets. Her face split completely apart, and countless tiny Black Crystal threads crawled out, trying to stitch her body back together.
Bai Zhu was already standing in front of her.
No wasted words.
Bloody blade-light merged into a single blur, too fast to count.
White robes, Black Crystal, twisted flesh... everything was shredded into countless fragments in midair, then fell into the blood pool. They only gave off sizzling white smoke before being devoured completely.
In the end, only half a Black Crystal Needle Tube remained, still trying to tear through the air and escape.
With a backhand slash, Bai Zhu nailed it firmly to the stone steps.
"Now you've lost control too."
He raised his foot and crushed the needle tube completely.
"I'll help you recover it."
Milluki sucked in a breath.
"You really are something else. Do you even know how to treat a lady gently?"
Bai Zhu turned around.
"Was that praise or an insult?"
"Praise, definitely praise!" Milluki said firmly. "Then turn the volume up!"
"Coming!"
Milluki immediately cranked the speakers to maximum volume. Rousing music echoed through the chapel, making the entire building hum and tremble.
The underground core area.
The ritual had completely fallen apart.
The children kneeling around the outer ring of the altar collapsed one after another, bound by blood ropes as their prayers broke into intermittent fragments.
The pregnant women were wrapped in blood. The Black Crystal Conduits could no longer draw out their life force and instead began to backlash.
One Black Crystal lamp after another on the monitoring station exploded.
Pope let out a low growl.
The entire altar shook.
The holy son suddenly turned his