"Sect Master! Sect Master!"
The cultists called out to their sect master, but Sect Master Liu had already disappeared.
Dressed in a black robe, Ke Meng stood in a corner, quietly blending into the background.
The Cthulhu cultists fell silent for a while. Soon, the ripping sounds of robes being torn filled the air.
From that moment on, the Cthulhu Sect began to crumble from within.
Ke Meng gazed intently in the direction where Sect Master Liu had disappeared.
Soon, the believers tearing their robes reached him. Countless scraps of black fabric fell to the ground, leaving only Ke Meng with his robe intact. He stood out conspicuously.
"Hey, why aren't you tearing your robe?" someone asked, looking at Ke Meng.
Ke Meng's face was hidden beneath his black hood, a mass of darkness that obscured his features.
Even with Dark Vision, the believers could not see the face beneath that black robe, as though he had no face at all.
Could he be Black Ghost? No, Black Ghost shouldn't have a robe like that. Someone felt a chill.
Just then, however, Ke Meng tore open his robe, revealing a face he had casually fabricated.
Seeing that Ke Meng was an ordinary person, everyone lowered their guard and nodded to him.
A priest who had torn his own robe consoled Ke Meng. "Brother, since you've also made up your mind to tear it, you've left the Cthulhu Cult. I hope you keep rising from here and ascend to the ranks of gods."
"You too." Ke Meng glanced at them and nodded.
In the blink of an eye.
Ke Meng vanished from among the crowd, without the slightest warning.
The priest blinked, somewhat surprised. That way of disappearing was truly strange. He had left without any warning whatsoever.
As everyone knew,