A group of three cultivators: two soldiers and one temple member, either didn't hear Zhang Daofeng's order or were too absorbed in their battle frenzy. They continued charging at Mu Qin, who lay helplessly on the ground.
Zhang Daofeng didn't bother to give them a second warning. His two chakrams whizzed ahead. The chakrams flew past the three, chopping them into pieces.
"Hierophant! What is the meaning of this?!" Hou Huang exclaimed. One of the soldiers was from Gyleth Marx.
"Silence," Zhang Daofeng uttered without deigning her a glance. He instead turned his gaze to Amon's group. "You, the one with the mask. Turn off your power."
Sura Yao still had his vampiric tether on Mu Qin. The Holy Mother continued to weaken as her life force leaked out.
Sura Yao looked between Hou Huang and Amon. Hou Huang was also looking at her because Zhang Daofeng was addressing her, but she was too confused to respond. Amon nodded when her gaze was on him.
