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"Ah! I..."

The sorcerer looked at Luya with a face full of horror, "Prophet Luya, I can't beat him."

Are you kidding me? Even you got taken down by him. If I went to kill him, wouldn't that be suicide?

Luya's expression turned sinister as he watched the sorcerer's face harden: "What? You dare disobey the Lord's will?"

Unsure of Chen Yi's capabilities, he dared not act rashly and wanted to send a subordinate to test the waters.

I never expected that this bastard would dare to refuse.

"I...I..."

The sorcerer stammered, then suddenly a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

"Fuck your God! Is God just sending me to my death? I don't need to believe in this God!"

"asshole!"

Lua flew into a rage, yelling, "How dare you betray your master! You deserve to go to hell, you bastard!"

His eyes were fixed on the sorcerer, a strange light shining in them.

boom!

The next moment, a bloody hole suddenly exploded in the sorcerer's chest, and blood gushed out.

"Well!"

The sorcerer's face turned ashen, and he looked at Luya with a mixture of fear and anger.

He finally understood that the moment he agreed to sign the contract, his life and death were in someone else's hands.

This is the price to pay for power!

The other sorcerers were all terrified, their faces changing drastically. They involuntarily took a step back, all staring at Luya in horror.

Luya glared fiercely at the sorcerers.

"You have made a covenant with the Lord, and this is the consequence of your refusal to disobey His will."

Lin Wushuang and Yu Cangran both felt a surge of anger as they looked at Luya.

Controlling people through such means—this is truly a cult!

"You, you, and you!"

The Prophet Luya pointed at several early-stage Transformation Realm sorcerers, shouting, "Go and kill that brat!"

"My Lord Prophet! Spare me!"

Several sorcerers fell to their knees with a thud, pleading repeatedly.

"Damn it, go now! Otherwise, you'll all die!"

Lure roared loudly, its anger reaching its peak.

The sorcerers were trembling with fear.

Just then, a large group of people came up from the foot of the mountain, all dressed in strange clothes.

The sorcerers were overjoyed when they saw this.

"Third Master Yang, it's Third Master Yang of the Yang family!"

"And Master Mo!"

"Master Yang is a grandmaster-level sorcerer, unmatched in the world!"

"Let's go, let's go seek refuge with Master Yang!"

……

Immediately, the sorcerers, as if they had found a lifeline, scrambled to their feet and ran desperately toward Yang Zhenlin.

He ran over and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Master Yang, help! Save us!"

Master Mo stepped forward: "Aren't you disciples of the Lersi lineage? Where is your senior brother, Songchai?"

The group of sorcerers who came to Kegan Mountain had all met before.

"Our eldest brother... is dead. Senior Brother Sandy and Senior Brother Carson are both dead. Some old Western monster has come and wants us dead. Please, Master Yang, save us!"

Yang Zhenlin was slightly overweight and of medium height, and his eyes were slightly narrowed at that moment.

"Those old Western monsters are really arrogant! This land of Central and Southern China doesn't worship their Western gods, how dare they act so arrogantly! Let's go and take a look."

Pan-nature worship was extremely prevalent in the Indochina Peninsula, with a wide variety of gods worshipped, including mountain spirits, wild monsters, and household deities.

Very few people worship an omnipotent god.

The sorcerers were overjoyed, as if they had been given a new lease on life, and quickly led the way.

"Third Master Yang, come on, we'll lead the way."

A group of people walked over, and the sorcerers from before pointed at Luya and shouted.

"Third Master Yang, that old monster, is the biggest show-off. What's with all this 'floating' stuff? He got stomped down with one kick."

"Damn it! You have already signed a covenant with the Lord, and now you dare to betray Him! Die! Die!"

Luya roared furiously, his entire body almost contorted in pain.

Master Yang's expression darkened slightly.

"You audacious extraterrestrial evil spirit, I, the master, am here; you shall not be allowed to act so arrogantly!"

The voice just fell.

bang bang bang...

The hearts of those sorcerers exploded, and blood gushed out.

For a moment, all the sorcerers stared at Yang Zhenlin in disbelief.

"Third Master Yang, you... can't even protect us?"

Boom!

Immediately, several people collapsed and died.

Immediately, Yang Zhenlin looked at Lu Ya, his face darkening with a grim expression.

Killing these people right in front of him is like slapping himself in the face!

"Damn it, you old monster, die!"

Master Yang made a strange hand gesture, stomped his left foot on the ground, and muttered incantations.

quickly!

Sobbing and rustling!

The sound of grass rustling.

"The Five Poisons have descended! Beware, My Lord Prophet!"

Wang Wantong shouted and quickly moved closer to the prophet Luya.

In an instant, the grass rippled like waves as countless snakes, insects, and rodents swarmed toward Lure from all directions.

It was so densely packed that it made one's scalp tingle.

Liu Mei turned pale with fright and quickly moved closer to Luya.

Those sorcerers who hadn't rebelled also quickly gathered around.

The prophet Lua looked disdainful.

"Mere sorcery dares to challenge the Almighty!"

But he was told to raise his hands high, look up at the sky, and have a sincere expression on his face.

"The Almighty Lord has brought forth the Gospel; let all living beings prostrate themselves at His feet."

As he finished speaking, a mysterious aura descended.

Instantly, all the snakes, insects, rats, and ants stopped moving, as if they were collectively worshipping.

Upon seeing this, Master Yang's lips curled slightly.

"Ah! There's still something left!"

Then he began to make hand seals and chant incantations.

Soon, a faint smell of blood filled the air, and occasionally, faint, blood-red threads could be seen drifting towards Luya and the others.

Wang Wantong shouted again.

"Prophet, be careful! These are flying blood streaks. There are many almost invisible blood streaks floating by. If you touch them, you will die."

He spent many years in the Indochina Peninsula and was very familiar with many forms of black magic.

"Don't worry, I saw it!"

Luya looked arrogant.

Boom boom boom!

Countless bolts of lightning exploded around him, and the blood-red threads ignited upon contact, setting the air ablaze with flames.

"Foolish sinners, how dare you disobey the Lord! The Lord will send down divine punishment to discipline you!"

The prophet Lua murmured.

Click! Click...

Several bolts of lightning swept across the sky and suddenly descended, striking directly at Master Yang.

"A trivial skill!"

Master Yang sneered, and black smoke billowed from his body.

Soon the black smoke solidified, transforming into a horned monster over two zhang tall.

Boom!

The lightning struck, but it was all blocked by the horned monster.

The two fought fiercely, exchanging blows, with lightning flashing and black mist billowing everywhere.

Wang Wantong was extremely nervous.

If Master Yang wins, I will surely die.

If Luya wins, he'll definitely order me to kill Chen Yi the next moment, which would make my death even faster.

What should I do?

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

He quickly shouted, "Prophet Luya, Third Master Yang, please stop fighting! Your real enemy is right there!"

Ok?

Both of them stopped upon hearing this and stared at Wang Wantong.

Wang Wantong pointed at Chen Yi and shouted.

"Prophet Luya, that is Chen Yi. He's the one who killed Mrs. Gass. He's your enemy!"

"Hmm? You're Chen Yi!"

Luya the Prophet looked at Chen Yi with increasingly sinister eyes.