As the vehicle drove into the street overgrown with blood-red vines, the houses on either side opened one after another, and the fallen people inside all came out. They were connected to the dense vines on their bodies, their expressions gray and devoid of emotion as they gazed at everyone.
Under these circumstances.
The faces of the four bishops of the Holy Light Church, who were maintaining the Purification Ceremony, changed somewhat, no longer as focused as before.
"Concentrate on maintaining the ceremony, don't worry about anything else."
Qian Xin shouted in a low voice, then drew an eerie and complex rune in front of her and chanted in mystical language, "Separation!"
In an instant.
Baiyu only felt an endless Spirituality spreading outwards from Qian Xin as the center.
Those fallen people diving towards them seemed as though they were filled with lead, their movements slowing to the point where even a snail could mock their speed.
