"Ha!"
The prisoners who had long been watching them hungrily from the sidelines were hardly going to let them leave easily.
The two sides did not even bother with a standoff. They went straight into battle.
By rights, Ji Min and Thirteen were strong enough to have nothing to fear from these prisoners.
But both had drunk the holy water, and their special abilities were no different from tickling when they struck their opponents.
On top of that, the prisoners were in a strange mental state. Every one of them fought without fear of death, as though they had no human emotions.
Murikks floated in the air, his feet off the ground.
He smiled confidently. "These prisoners have already received God's baptism. They are God's servants."
"Your special abilities cannot hurt them."
"But... their special abilities will burn the souls of heretics to ashes."
As he spoke,
the prisoners drew whips of purple flame from their robes.
Though their purpose was unknown, the icy flames gave an ominous feeling.
"Capture those two."
Murikks swept his hand out, pointing at Thirteen and Ji Min.
The prisoners instantly turned and attacked them en masse.
At that critical moment,
Lei Zi, who stood beside Thirteen, shoved him away.
"Old Hu!"
Thirteen was horrified.
Crack!
The flaming whip lashed Old Hu's body.
It left no wound, but the pain was unbearable.
The instant he was struck, Old Hu's soul even briefly left his body.
"Young Boss, run!"
"This thing hurts your soul!"
Lei Zi's face visibly blackened after he was struck.
Just one lash had left him in so much pain that he almost lost the ability to fight.
"Heretics all deserve to die!"
"Purify his soul!"
Five whips coiled around Old Hu, blazing fiercely.
His translucent soul struggled in agony within the purple