As soon as the old hag died, the believers of the Dharma Sect around her suddenly snapped out of it, like awakening from a dream, and they scattered into the darkness outside the village with cries of panic.
The air was filled with the stench of blood and feces, everyone stood still, and it took a good while before they understood that they had won.
The strength in their hearts was unloaded, and many people simply collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, but soon the sound of gasping was replaced by the cries of fear and the disgusting noise of retching.
The others who came out of the Qingfeng Taoist Temple were okay, having followed Li Huowang along the way, they had already adapted a lot.
Chun Xiaoman wiped the blood from her face, about to say something when her body suddenly went limp and she collapsed on the ground, breaking out in cold sweats.
"It's... it's nothing, the masters who came have left, and this is what happens after Divine Strikes."