"No… No... Don't... Don't come over... No…"
The cultist of the Flame Demon Sect, with his clothes already torn to shreds, said this as he supported himself on the ground with his hands. Tears and snot flowed uncontrollably as he desperately tried to distance himself from Yila... Meanwhile, his companions had already disappeared.
Once numerous, the cultists now numbered only three or four... The majority had vanished without a trace, as if they never existed in this world.
These remaining three or four had already fallen into unconsciousness, lying in front of the Witch Demon named Vera. Every time Vera placed her hand on one of their heads, they would wake up from the excruciating pain transmitted through their souls, only to bleed from all their orifices and die in despair.
Satan Ye recalled the moment Vera touched her head; it was terrifying... but she didn't think Vera would harm her.
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