Back at the church, trouble had indeed struck, as large swarms of locusts and venomous snakes frenziedly tried to invade.
Qin Muye's face darkened, realizing that the person behind the scenes was not a fool; they didn't arrive in person but chose to reach out through casting a spell.
Their purpose was clear without needing to guess—it was undoubtedly because of the Evil Spirit of the pumpkin head he had hanged. This Evil Spirit was formidable in combat; had it not encountered Qin Muye, no one would have been able to overcome it.
Such life force it possessed, incredibly strong; it was still alive even now.
It seemed that upon noticing the return of Qin Muye and the others, the locusts and snakes lost their lead, quickly scattering, turning back into ordinary insects and animals.
"Is this all the strength they have?" Qin Muye felt as though this pesky creature was no different from a toad, intentionally trying to disgust him.
