The Massacre

Having noticed the crusaders, Hui Yue could not allow the war to drag on. They were a dangerous group of humans, and Hui Yue still did not know where they came from. This caused him to fly towards the Saints.

“I need your help,” he said in a quiet voice. So low that only the ones he wished to hear could hear what was said. Every Saint around him instantly looked at him, focused on what he was about to say.

“Those black-cloaked men, the crusaders, do any of you know to whom they belong?” he asked causing everyone to focus on the black-cloaked men. Their complexions turned pale, and their faces finally turned serious.