The extreme pain of near-death seemed like an invisible conductive chain, directly enveloping everyone nearby. Except for a few who relied on strong will to exempt themselves, most were powerless to resist; some even convulsed and fainted on the spot.
A few from the Joy Church had experienced this kind of near-death pain and fear.
The long whip swept through the air.
Boom!
A head exploded.
The warrior blocking Maralax was instantly whipped to the rupture of his skull, brain matter mixed with acid splattered about, and as his thorn iron whip swung around again, a Joyful Priestess's body exploded into fragments.
Poor her with a body of slick white flesh; at the brink of life and death, all joy became void, leaving only scattered rotten flesh and bones.
The people of the Suffering Church would not spare the tender-hearted, and they certainly wouldn't show mercy when killing.
Morale collapsed.
