As the descenders were killed, the darkness that shrouded the village dissipated, and the sun once again shone on the fields.
However, there were no more sounds of chickens and dogs. The ground was covered with rotten bones, giving off a nauseating stench.
A strange substance that looked like black asphalt floated up from the corpses like swimming eels.
Then it was melted by the sunlight, and there were faint wails that sounded like the dead villagers.
The members of the demon fighters scattered around the village were looking around with suspicious eyes, clearly not understanding what was going on.
However, the malice that faded like the tide made the team members understand one thing, and that was that the danger had been removed.
Without any orders, they automatically gathered in the center of the village, not daring to hesitate.
Clearly, everyone was clear that the altar was the most dangerous place, which was where the descenders were located.
