Elisa gently waved her hand near her nose, a low cough came through the swirling dust—Gita's voice.
Luo Yu was pulling a corpse out from under the ruins, with the sound of stones rolling and crashing. He tore off the headscarf of the other, revealing a lifeless, grayish face with dark skin, scraggly beard, a trail of blood streaming down the forehead, vacant eyes staring at the ceiling.
And a wisp of black light was rising from beneath the opponent's skin, like smoke, quickly merging into the mist. With this scene, no further evidence was needed.
These people were at least Dragon Worshippers if not Blind Followers — unless Colin Ishurian had a third type of dark faith.
Luo Yu released the corpse and looked at Fang Hong, who said to him, "Stop looking, let's go."
