Thwip, thwip, thwip...!
More than a dozen scarlet crossbow bolts fired in a frenzied barrage!
The red streaks struck the supernatural monks who had transformed into "Butchers" head-on. Holes instantly appeared all over their powerful bodies, their flesh gnawed away and devoured by the Gluttons in the Spirit World.
The Church monks screamed incessantly as hunger welled up within them.
In an instant, they actually began fighting one another, devouring their companions' flesh.
But that was not the end.
As the Pale Wings trembled, Chen Lun darted and flickered across the battlefield, as though teleporting from one place to another.
He was incredibly fast!
Amid the humming of beating wings.
The silver greatsword slashed relentlessly, cleaving the Little Giants caught in the chaos into chunks of meat. Each stroke paused for less than half a second before cutting toward the next target.
The silver swordlight traced wheel after wheel of light, splashing countless sprays of blood across the garden.
The pale man was like an executioner from hell.
He swung that terrifying silver greatsword, cutting down the clergy of the Red Apple Church as casually as slicing fruit.
The whining shrieks, the tearing of flesh, and the snapping of bones made one's scalp prickle.
"This feels great! It's been so long since I fought with everything I had!"
Chen Lun grinned, swinging his greatsword without pause.
Slash! Slash again!
Clang!
Clang!
The crisp clangs of the greatsword's strikes rang out one after another.
Severed limbs flew everywhere. Not one of the Red Apple Church monks who had come as reinforcements escaped; all died horribly on the spot.
But just then.
Another flurry of footsteps sounded, dense and disorderly, accompanied by murmured prayers that were holy yet eerily sinister.
Dozens upon dozens, even hundreds, of Fallen Believers surged into the garden