The six monsters glanced at the writing on their bodies, and their expressions suddenly collapsed.
Under their skin, it seemed something was rapidly writhing, and blood continuously spurted from the joints of their limbs.
The original heads on their bodies let out cries of agony.
Wen Wen widened his eyes. Earlier, he only intended to toy with these few creatures, but unexpectedly, after his actions, these monsters showed such pain!
If left unchecked like this, Wen Wen might not even need to intervene; they would all end themselves.
The Wanderer sighed, "The Saint Heir is the god they worship. Their power is directly linked to the 'god,' making them relatively high-ranking believers, almost rivaling the Saint Heirs and Holy Maidens of the Creation Church."
"Believers so closely connected to the 'god,' once they make substantial blasphemous actions, or even just think they did, would end up this way."
