The face of the follower, who was drained of the Power of Deformation, became even more devoted, gazing at the black silhouette in midair with a look of complete reverence.
Blending in with the crowd, Li Xiuzhu and Qian Wangsun showed no outward change, yet in their hearts, a storm was raging.
The eerie atmosphere, the bizarre actions, and the overwhelmingly evil power in the air.
The scene before them seemed like a classic Evil God proselytizing: the Power of Deformation emanating from the mystic woman, the way each follower crawled on the ground, combined with their faces full of various expressions of reverence and frenzy, appeared utterly evil to them.
Especially the Power of Deformation radiating from the mystic woman, which greatly increased their level of contamination, making them almost act.
Li Xiuzhu transmitted a serious message: "That woman is the mystic woman, isn't she?"
