Due to this, the cultists seemed completely obsessed with the descent of the Mother of Darkness and the gifts they received.
"The great Mother of the Black Goat is about to descend, and everything in this world will be redeemed. You can do nothing!"
With the hoarse roar, another burst of gunfire rang out, sweeping across the floor.
"Honestly, these guys are really troublesome."
Xie Sita hid behind the wall, glanced at the stairs behind her, and in the flickering firelight, she could faintly see shadows moving. Clearly, those cultists had already blocked their retreat from behind and were even coming up.
Next to her, Mianmu Zuoniao held the White Wooden Sword, her eyes gleaming as she stared at the passage ahead—the only way leading to the clock tower, a narrow place allowing only one person through. The mirror was set on the tower, and to reach the target location, they first had to cross here.
But now, this was no simple task.
"This isn't really my style."
