The number of Curse Sect bishops and Secondary Demons around was dwindling, and Yang Yu and his team were moving faster toward the Curse Sect Church.
All of this was witnessed by the Pope of the Curse Sect, Gasque Loren.
"Still couldn't stop them?"
Gasque Loren murmured to himself, his once spirited face filled with worry.
The chants of the believers reciting spells continuously reached his ears, and Gasque Loren looked at the black pool before him. The light from the Goddess Sect Saintess had completely seeped into the black pool.
The surface of the still black water was like a mirror, with several shadows swimming beneath, waiting for the gate to open.
Yang Yu and the expeditionary team he led were completely beyond Gasque Loren's expectations.
When Modesty died, Gasque Loren already had a bad premonition.
And that premonition seemed about to come true.
Even though they had come this far, even though they were just one step away...
