Qin Ze's method was very simple.
The divine light could penetrate the void and travel far enough, so he regarded himself as a human-shaped light bulb.
The factories in this area are not very tall on average.
It's no more than three stories high.
Qin Ze glowed as it flew around the factory area.
Only when his body is parallel to the sides of the window will the Believer Clone not see the shadow of the divine light projected onto the ground.
Two intersecting straight lines are determined by two perpendicular windows.
Without a doubt, the intersection of the straight lines is where the hidden space is located.
The sun had completely set, and the Snow City was shrouded in night.
Qin Ze took out a communication card and sent messages to Saber King and Slacking on the Sidelines, telling them the exact location of the factory.
Why is Lao Dao taking so long this time?
After waiting for a few seconds, Qin Ze still hadn't appeared.
The last time he Law Token, the Saber King appeared almost the instant the pillar of light shot into the sky.
"I have arrived."
The Saber King suddenly appeared behind him.
Qin Ze was startled.
"Could you please not be so easily startled next time?"
The Saber King looked up at the Fog of War in the sky and said calmly, "Have your men keep an eye on that Hunting Beast."
Qin Ze nodded. "Don't worry, we're all professionals."
Immediately, the Saber King surveyed the entire factory but found nothing unusual.
Are you sure the person is here?
Qin Ze pointed to an ordinary-looking open space and said, "There's a hidden space there; the Preacher and fanatics are all inside."
Do you have a way to force them out?
Upon hearing this, the Saber King nodded slightly. "As long as the location is confirmed, that's sufficient."
Qin Ze couldn't help but think of the time he fought with Virgo.
The once- Shelter Space suffered its first major defeat, being forcefully cleaved open by the Saber King.
For Level Nine Martial Artist, they are already able to disregard some Space Rule.
The Saber King drew his battle sword and slashed out a white sword aura more than ten meters long in the direction Qin Ze had indicated.
It was clearly just an open space, yet the sword energy above was intercepted.
With a "bang," the blade energy exploded in the void.
Cracks appeared in the surrounding space, like a piece of glass that had been hit hard.
Qin Ze's eyes lit up; it really was this place.
Boom boom boom boom--
The Saber King then unleashed several slashes in one go, completely shattering the hidden space and revealing a dilapidated abandoned factory.
The factory's interior collapsed due to the violent shaking of the space, revealing its interior.
Hundreds of fanatical believers knelt on one knee, their expressions solemn, as if waiting for something great to happen.
The Preacher kept his arms outstretched, looked up at the Saber King and Qin Ze in the distance, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"You've come at just the right time."
"Behold the majesty of our Lord!"
As he finished speaking, the ruby on the Preacher's Cane began to shine, like a crimson shooting star.
The fanatical followers lowered their heads, repeating the same phrase in unison.
May God bless all beings.
May God bless all beings.
"..."
Suddenly, the enormous figure in the painting lit up with scarlet eyes.
A thick fog immediately surged out of the painting, instantly filling every corner of the factory.
The clone inside the eggshell screamed on the Local Area Network: "I think I can still be saved! Is anyone going to save your hero?!"
"I'm the MVP of this operation, I absolutely cannot fall here!"
The Dharma King watched with great interest. "What's the panic? The Preacher won't let you get away with this."
Just as the gray mist was about to engulf the black egg, the clone was surprised to find that the eggshell completely blocked the gray mist from entering, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
However, other fanatics were not as lucky as him.
The gray fog poured in from their nostrils, ears, eyes, and everything else that connected them to the outside world.
The fanatic's entire body trembled violently from the pain, yet his face remained filled with utmost piety and Fervor.
After the gray mist completed a full cycle within their bodies, it immediately emitted a wisp of light blue light, which was absorbed by the staff the instant it left their bodies.
What is that?
Qin Ze gazed at the streams of light constantly flying out of the fanatic's body; they were neither the Source of Life, nor blood and spirit.
He had never seen it before.
The Saber King drew another sword and gripped it tightly in his hand.
" The Power of Faith."
Qin Ze was taken aback. "Faith?"
The Saber King explained, " The Preacher are reaping the benefits of their faith; perhaps that's the true purpose of the evil god."
Qin Ze found it unbelievable; could faith really be exploited?
While he was still in a daze, the Saber King had already charged forward.
Although he didn't know what the Preacher was trying to do, he couldn't let it continue.
The Saber King, "lacking martial ethics," attempted to interrupt the Preacher's spellcasting animation.
However, just as he approached the Sidelines of the factory, the gray fog inside suddenly exploded with a "bang".
The gray mist swept in all directions in an instant, and even the Saber King was swallowed up.
The familiar murmurs and whispers immediately echoed in his ears again, and the pervasive gray mist tried to seep into his body.
However, he managed to keep all of this out using his powerful physical body.
With his vision obscured by the thick fog, the Saber King snorted coldly and charged toward the location of the Preacher he remembered.
Qin Ze retreated quickly to avoid being hit by the gray fog.
"It looks somewhat familiar."
Qin Ze muttered to himself.
The gray mist emerging from the painting was almost identical to what he had seen in the Otherworld No. Zero.
"Is this the same thing as the one in the Otherworld No. Zero?"
The Miss Sword Case behind him replied, "Yes, they are all Soul Breath."
" Soul Breath?"
Miss Sword Case explained, "The form after the soul is shattered."
"It contains countless resentments and unwillingness to accept defeat."
"Moreover, this is not ordinary Soul Breath; it is formed from a mixture of human and Strange Beast."
"That's why people with weak mental strength are affected, which is what you referred to as ' Corruption' in the Otherworld No. Zero."
Qin Ze's expression was solemn.
How many people and monsters must have died from such a vast expanse of gray fog?
The Believer Clone was in the best viewing spot, and he saw everything that happened in the factory.
The gray mist continuously surged into the fanatic's body and then surged out again, bringing with it streaks of light blue light.
As more and more faith is plucked, the bodies of fanatics wither away at a visible rate.
In the end, it completely turned into a weathered skeleton, collapsing to the ground and turning into a puddle of white powder.
As the last pale blue light was absorbed by the staff, the Saber King, wielding his twin swords, arrived before the Preacher.
The Preacher grinned. "Mortals, tremble at the feet of the Great Lord!"
More gray fog surged out of the painting.
Immediately afterwards, low growls and howls came from inside.
A foreigner, his body rotting and holding a rusty, broken knife, stepped out of the painting.
Qin Ze, who was watching this scene from outside through the clone's perspective, was taken aback.
" Wandering Corpse."