Visitors from the Tang Sect

Both were powerful—or rather, both were formidable.

One had the cultivation of a Soul King, but her Martial Soul was powerful enough.

With the blessing of Abundance, she feared neither death nor injury. The other was a member of the Soul Fighting Hall.

He was already formidable, and as a purple-ranked Soul Fighter, he stood among the best of the sixth ring despite having only six rings.

The instant they collided, battle erupted. The yellow and white Mechas opened fire without hesitation, a dense rain of shells and bullets hurtling toward the ordinary people.

Some among them were Soul Masters, but apart from Leng Xiaoyue, who had five rings, the strongest had only three.

That was respectable in a small town like theirs.

Against these opponents, however, the gulf between them was too wide.

Nearly all their attackers had exceptional tactical training. Even when facing ordinary people, they would not stay their hands.

Li Qingyue sighed. This was the truth behind the Four Great Organizations.

If the Tang Sect had captured these people without a fight, they would have been fine.

But once they confronted the Tang Sect head-on, it would show no mercy.

Yet these were his Believers, his first Believers.

Li Qingyue could not let them die here so easily, especially when there were already more than a hundred of them.

He raised his hand, and the lake of faith that had finally filled began to drain rapidly.

The statue engraved with Abundance began to tremble faintly.

Li Qingyue's eyes snapped open. Immense power gathered in his pitch-black pupils, and countless Vines burst forth in an instant.

Each Vine was thicker than a great tree. As they spread, countless shells and bullets struck them with a thunderous, splintering roar.

The Vines shattered, but they had barely managed to