Quickly, the Stormshadow Sect's disciples rushed forward into the street, apprehending anyone who stood in the path. The items on sale were also confiscated as they openly plundered in the name of punishing sinners.
Numerous cries for help rang out but El-na Goldsun was unable to do anything.
An Autarch was right in front of her, an existence that she rarely ever laid eyes upon even in this world. However, even that Autarch wasn't exactly hostile. In fact, he looked at her with a pitiful gaze.
"Good, very good."
Aric Stormsong nodded, appearing very satisfied as he saw the people line up with ropes tying their hands. Only after he saw those lowlifes cast hateful gazes did he feel alive again. He waved his hand, white lightning shooting out and striking that old man who was at the forefront.
*Bang!~*
With a single attack, his body was roasted, and a burned smell of flesh and blood wafted in the area.
"Ahhh!~"
