The two nodded and darted off in different directions.
Lin Zifeng stood in place, lighting a cigarette, his lips curling slightly as his sharp gaze fixated on the Wumo cultists amidst the crowd…
"They will become the most faithful believers within the Holy Land, receiving the divine glory bestowed by the Sect Hierarch, including the divine protection for their families, relatives, and friends. Rest assured, offer up all the virgin beauties, and our Holy Land will grant you the highest faith glory for nine lifetimes…"
A cultist frantically proclaimed from atop the truck how incredible their Holy Land was and what divine power it possessed.
Immediately, all the believers below frantically responded in unison.
These residents have been deified by the evil here.
In their bones, the Holy Land represents everything.
