Everyone was already scared out of their wits. The cultivator's timely voice was like a life-saving straw for them. Immediately, they frantically moved closer to the ice raft.
"We can't let them pass," Number three, who was wearing a warrior's robe, immediately ordered loudly when he saw this scene.
In fact, the mission of number three and the others had not been fully revealed so far, but based on the idea that they must not give their 'manpower' to the enemy, number three would rather these believers die one after another under the black gas than let them fall into the hands of the 'light' faction.
The skinny old man in the black magic robe of the dark faction reacted the fastest. He moved his hands, and the demonic Qi in the water surged.
The ashes of the believers who had died in the water gathered and turned into a terrifying black skeleton in an instant. It trickled down the water and walked towards the ice raft.
