The statue emitted a dark energy as the people chanted. The sky turned a different shade.
It was getting weird.
The villagers were motivated. They continued to pray devotedly.
Someone with a black cape stood in front of the statue. His cape masked his face. There was only darkness present.
Suddenly, he raised his hands to the sky and looked up. "Lord Demon God, look at your devoted disciples. Please, come to the Immortal Realm and bless us. Free us from suffering!"
About ten cultivators were surrounding the village. They did not look happy at all. They kept casting spells. Fire and water surrounded them. It looked very magical.
There were about ten demons on the other side. They looked menacing as their dark energy surrounded the village. Black waves rolled in, forming a black wall as if it were a shield.
No matter how the cultivators attack, they could not break the black force shield.
