"It's light," Feng Xi said calmly, "When there's dark power around you, there will naturally be a corresponding power of light."
The dark power comes from the curse of the blood, a power of blood, while the light power comes from the faith and prayers of believers, a power of faith.
Luo Qianqian felt inexplicably that this group indeed had a sort of hypocrisy about them. Clearly, it was such a holy power, yet it somehow made people feel a bit uncomfortable. Shouldn't the power of light be like sunlight kissing the earth, bringing warmth and hope?
The Exotic Beast felt some discomfort. Under the sunlight, its movements were already a bit slower, and now this brightness made it even more uncomfortable, causing it to spit out a mouthful of black liquid towards the group.
Seeing the black liquid, the surrounding people quickly scattered, but the light chanting group had no means of stopping; they could only continue chanting with eyes closed, unable to halt once they had begun.
