With that old woman dead, the Dharma Sect believers around them snapped out of their trance as if awakened from a nightmare, shrieking in panic as they scattered into the darkness outside the village.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and feces. Everyone stood there for a long moment before realizing they had won the fight.
The tension in their hearts unraveled, and many simply collapsed to the ground, gulping harsh breaths. Soon, those sounds were replaced by weeping from the aftershock of terror and the dry retching of disgust.
The people who came from the Qingfeng Daoist Temple fared better. Having followed Li Huowang all this way, they had grown accustomed to such sights.
Chun Xiaoman wiped the blood from her face. Just as she was about to say something, her body went limp and she collapsed to the floor, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"It's... it's nothing. The masters we invited have departed. It's always like this after using Divine Strikes."
