Chapter 126 Detroit Vineyard

In front of the small grove at dusk.

The voices of the clergy reciting prayers gradually faded away.

Ronald could sense that there was indeed a special magic fluctuation appearing around this man, and the process of the clergy's ritual had definitely taken effect.

But in terms of the most direct visual perception,

under the pitch-black night sky, nothing new appeared before the eyes of those gathered.

Where exactly did the effects of the clergy's spell manifest?

"..."

Under everyone's gaze,

the clergy slowly finished reciting the prayer.

He stepped back with his left foot and immediately turned his head to look at the northeastern sky.

It was with this movement that Ronald noticed the serious expression on the man's face.

The clergy's distinct black and white pupils seemed to be staring at something in the air, his solemn demeanor not appearing contrived.

Then, with a somewhat complex tone, the clergy spoke:

"Here... there are indeed traces of a demon's activity."