Lin Mo waved a hand and said with a faint smile, "My fellow cultivators, there is no need to be so courteous."
"As a cultivator of the Divine Land, protecting it is simply my duty."
"Besides, you never truly wished to consort with demons. You were bewitched by them, and only then did they seize control of your minds."
"From this day forward, no matter what wicked forces stir up trouble, I will remain true to my original resolve and protect the Divine Land forever."
Everyone was deeply grateful for all Lin Mo had done, and they wept with joy at finally escaping the Heaven-Connecting Church Master's oppression.
Just as everyone celebrated jubilantly, immersed in the joy of surviving the calamity, something happened.
A thunderclap that shook heaven and earth suddenly rang out overhead.
Boom!
The thunderclap carried a dense evil aura that shook everyone to their core.
The cultivators present below the golden core realm could not withstand this terrifying evil pressure and were knocked unconscious outright.
Lin Mo's brows knitted tightly, a cold glint entering his eyes as an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
The sky, which had only just regained its peace, erupted once more with terrifying phenomena.
Streaks of lightning slashed across the night sky like the claws of devils, as though they would tear the heavens apart.
Fierce winds swept outward, carrying faint cries like wailing ghosts and howling wolves that made everyone's hair stand on end.
The once-bright white moon turned into a scarlet blood moon, like a sinister omen heralding the end of the world.
"What... what terrifying power..."
The blood-colored moonlight stained the faces of Xue Qingcheng, Gongsun Fu, Shi Lan, and the others crimson. Each face was filled with terror, and they felt an overwhelming sense of despair and helplessness.