Death is not frightening.
However, the madness displayed by Ahtal ignited an uncontrollable fear within them.
"Don't be afraid, he's just one person!" someone yelled bravely, charging at Ahtal with a thin sword forged from blood piercing forth.
It stabbed into Ahtal's palm.
It was a success!
The cultists of Church of Blood looked surprisingly pleased; he hadn't expected to wound Ahtal. Perhaps Ahtal had already become weak...
His consciousness stopped there.
Blistering flames engulfed him, and in an instant, he was turned to ash; Ahtal's pierced palm healed at a visible speed.
Indeed, Ahtal was still under the care of the Goddess of Life. Even fatal injuries could heal.
"Ah… being outnumbered is indeed very disadvantageous." Xi Mu openly admitted his unfavorable situation.
He clasped his hands together, his lips moving slightly.
"So, let's find some help."
The shadows began to wriggle.
