Bang!
Mist filled the sky, obscuring all sight.
The last corpse of the Incense Dao zealots fell from midair, only to be frozen just before it struck the ground.
Frost swiftly spread over his entire body.
Even in death, a trace of horror and disbelief lingered in the zealot's eyes.
He seemed unable to understand, even as he died. Hadn't they said there wasn't even enough Law Power to activate a flying Law Artifact? How had things suddenly become so, so terrifying?
Then a brown figure descended from above, shaking the blood from his feathers.
It was Jia Thirteen.
His savage eyes surveyed the surroundings, as though the slaughter had only just stirred a flicker of his interest.
Under the control of Rice Bucket and the other two male Azurewater Spirit Turtles, the surrounding mist and frost-covered ground gradually turned into a pool of water.
All around them, the ordinary believers no longer had that cold, sinister look in their eyes. They scrambled to flee.
Wang Ba stared blankly around him, somewhat at a loss.
That was it?
Weren't the Incense Dao's zealots supposed to be difficult to deal with?
Bu Chan, who had witnessed everything, also stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide, even forgetting to put away her defensive Law Artifact.
"Senior brother!"
Wang Ba came to his senses, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.
"Come on, let's hurry and meet up with them!"
Whoosh!
At the northeastern corner of Meng Xing Village.
A trace of excitement mingled with the solemn expression on Elder Huo's face.
He held a large earthen-yellow bowl in one hand. Centered on the bowl, a sizable earthen-yellow barrier enveloped the surroundings like a small mountain.
Beneath that barrier was an unfamiliar middle-aged cultivator dressed in mortal clothing, desperately fending off the harassment