743 The Blood God Beaten Up

Luke raised his head and saw an old man standing on the cross in the air. He was the one who had spoken.

At his words, the prayers of the crowd grew louder and echoed in the hall.

The blue light of the pattern on the walls glowed even brighter.

The figure standing under the pattern shuddered, and the body exuded a blood-red mist which drifted up to the cross.

Luke smiled and took out two smoke grenades from under his cape.

He threw one at the tree root figure and the other at the person in the air.

Bang! Bang!

There was an intense shock wave and the hall was filled with the pungent smell of garlic.

Without waiting for them to react, Luke took out a special crossbow from his back.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Eight shadows fanned out and shot at the eight people under the eight lines of symbols.

The last bolt flew at the old man on the cross.