Church.
Everyone surrounded Wu Xiaode.
Wu Xiaode gripped the red scepter in his hands and raised it high.
"Let us test your devotion, the vicar of God on earth,"
the crowd said in unison.
Threads of Holy Light flew out from their bodies, landing on Wu Xiaode.
This was the Holy Prayer Skill.
If the person wasn't a steadfast Believer, the Holy Light would turn into a lethal weapon to punish him; if he was a true Believer, the Holy Light would sense a kindred power and bestow itself upon him.
Several Pastors, bishops, and elders hid within the mist, silently chanting spells, quietly launching their corresponding disarming Magic.
The Holy Light, therefore, found no purchase.
It remained calmly on the surface of Wu Xiaode's body, eventually being gently drawn away by the Chang Ghosts.
——It looked as though it had merged into Wu Xiaode's body.
The spectators immediately burst into cheers.
The entire process went flawlessly, without any hint of a problem.
