"AHHHH..."
"Stop! Please, stop!"
Everyone present felt a splitting headache. They clutched their heads and screamed in agony, some even bleeding from their mouths. The scene was horrific.
They tried to flee, but a powerful force held them in place, rendering them immobile. They were trapped by the array here.
In the sky, a massive, blood-red maw gaped open, looking as if it was about to devour them whole.
"This array is draining our cultivation and our lifeblood... AHHH, it hurts...!"
"Help me..."
"My child!"
"Please... spare my child."
"Daddy... Mommy..."
The air was filled with the villagers' anguished cries.
Even if these people wanted to fight the Evil Cultivator to the death, they couldn't. In the face of absolute power, they were incapable of even resisting.
At this moment, Silas Stowe had removed his veiled hat, revealing a hideously ugly, bark-like face.
His hands moved through a series of hand seals, controlling the array.
