In his eyes, the eyes of everyone present reflected the look as if they had seen a ghost.

He reacted subconsciously and felt his scalp explode. He threw away the hourglass in his hand and used his backhand to draw the scimitar hidden under his cloak.

The scimitar was pulled out incredibly smoothly.

The leading secret cultist didn't look back and swung his backhand behind him, but he didn't hit what he imagined. Instead, he felt his hand being held by a cold palm.

The palm was not big, but it was as cold as ice. The secret cultist was almost shocked as he watched his right hand and the scimitar being torn off from his body, as easily as breaking a branch.

Then the severe pain surged like a tide. He screamed and knelt on the ground. In a flash of cold light, his head fell down and rolled into the dust on the road, becoming bloody and unrecognizable.

The whole process lasted no more than a few seconds, and all the sounds stopped abruptly before everyone present could react.

Everyone subconsciously ignored the headless body lying on the ground, but looked at the woman who suddenly appeared.

That's a little girl.

He is no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He is wearing clothes with a strong local style. He does not look like a Cruz. He has long brown hair and a broad and smooth forehead. He looks very small and cute. If it were not for his two eyes,

If it seems too weird.

The girl is suspended in mid-air, her long hair is windless, and the whites of her eyes cannot be seen at all, and there are no pupils at all. There is only darkness, as if two black holes are constantly rotating, trying to attract people's attention.

She spoke, her voice not at all like the crisp and cute voice of a business lady, but cold and hoarse, as if naturally carrying a condescending majesty:

"Mortal, why did you use this kind of thing to lure me out?"

Then she frowned again and pressed her forehead with her bloody hands, as if she was in great pain:

"Woo, it feels so uncomfortable... Brando..."

Except for her, no one present could make a sound. The clever believer wanted to take this opportunity to sneak away, but as soon as he moved his steps, he suddenly screamed and fell to his knees with his head in his hands.

On the ground.

In full view of everyone, the man's head exploded like a watermelon, and red and white human body fragments flew all over the sky. The lifeless body slowly fell into the dust, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

.

"This... this is..." Someone finally trembled and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Heart... psychic ability, mental shock."

Everyone present was stirred up in their hearts. The secret cultists who could participate in such an action would definitely not be peripheral members. As core believers, they knew many secrets that ordinary people could not access.

In Warend, no wizard can exert psychic abilities, not even the Buga people who are the Silver People. Only a few kinds of aberrations have the most superficial psychic abilities, but this level of mental impact can only make They think of a word.

Inhuman.

Everyone felt regretful in their hearts. What kind of existence did they provoke?

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