An old lady with a kindly face sat right at the front of the crowd.
This old lady sat on a stage half a meter high, dressed in a pure white long dress, looking kindly at these 'believers' in front of her.
Next to her stood a middle-aged, muscular man, who was staring at Wang Jixuan with a pair of green vertical pupils.
Accompanied by the singing, shallow green ripples surged towards Wang Jixuan.
'They can actually unite these eroded mortal souls to launch a spiritual impact together?'
'Though its power is far from that of a beginner-level Magic Sound Evil Technique...'
'A cunning little demon.'
Daoist Wang held his spear vertically in his right hand, raised it three inches, and then heavily slammed it down.
Clang!
A visibly blue shock wave spread forward, flipping over the ten or so people closest to the door right away.
The green ripples continuously shattered, the chanting stopped as well, and many lowered their heads to retch.
