The unsuspecting cultists were caught completely off guard by the sudden attack.
Above the battlefield, Chu Feng, his Spiritual Wings fluttering, looked down at the fighting below and revealed a satisfied smile.
All the resources he had poured into this were not wasted.
The combat power of the Exorcists in the underground base was much stronger than that of the Exorcists in the office.
However, when his gaze shifted to the luxury motorhome on the battlefield, the smile slowly faded from his face.
Hmph, really good at keeping your cool!
Through his Spiritual Perception, the luminous presence inside the motorhome was exceptionally clear, impossible to ignore.
No, I can't let you disturb this combat drill!
Watching the restless presence inside the motorhome below, Chu Feng raised an eyebrow, and his Spiritual Wings flapped violently.
In the next instant, Chu Feng, transformed into a streak of golden light, was already beside the motorhome.
With a LOUD BOOM, the six-ton luxury motorhome was sent speeding toward the edge of the battlefield by Chu Feng's push.
Inside the motorhome, Hafeez wore a cold smile. Just as he shifted his hefty body to the door, the sudden jolt embedded his face directly into the doorframe.
His chubby cheeks had smashed the motorhome's doorframe out of shape.
"Damn it! I..."
Hafeez, having just extricated his face from the doorframe, had no time to react before the immense inertia slammed him violently against the car window behind him.
With a BANG, the motorhome, now over a hundred meters from the battlefield, smashed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Amidst the sound of shattering glass, a hefty figure, easily weighing over five hundred pounds, burst through the motorhome's window and crashed onto the soft ground.
"HEH... HEH..."
Hafeez, having crashed to the ground, didn't get up for a long time, merely making bizarre gasping sounds.
How long has it been? How long since I've been this humiliated!
His teeth gnashed, and as a chilling voice that seemed to be squeezed through them emerged, Hafeez's body began to swell slowly, turning a bloody red.
With a POP, that was the sound of his body bursting open after swelling to its limit.
A bright yellow, viscous liquid slowly oozed out from the tear.
The weeds on the ground, splattered with the liquid, hissed as they corroded.
In the blink of an eye, the grass touched by the viscous liquid turned into pitch-black ash.
The POPPING sounds continued as Hafeez's rapidly inflating body was soon covered in splits of all sizes.
Countless streams of bright yellow liquid flowed all over his body, making him look like a bizarre, cream-covered popsicle.
Chu Feng, who had intended to test the strength of his Vajra Glazed Body by engaging the opponent in close combat, silently retracted the foot he had just stepped forward.
Ugh... This is utterly disgusting. Creamy food... I think I'll pass!
Frowning at the opponent's repulsive appearance, Chu Feng had an idea, and the Demon Hunting Blade, glinting with a cold light, appeared in his hand.
Priest Hafeez, now fully transformed, stood at least five meters tall. Writhing tongues protruded from the splits all over his body, creating an incredibly bizarre sight.
Just as he sneered, searching for his opponent and ready to devour him completely, a sharp blade light suddenly flashed past his eyes.
The next second, a hefty arm crashed thunderously to the ground.
Heh, looked quite intimidating, but I didn't expect it to be all for show!
Chu Feng, who had wanted to test the opponent's defense, was quite surprised. He had merely swung his blade lightly, yet he had severed the opponent's arm, which was as thick as an ancient tree trunk.
"You... You're Chu Feng?" a frightened voice came from above, as the giant-like figure trembled and slowly backed away.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Looking at the familiar face below and that signature long blade, Hafeez shook his head in disbelief.
Could the news reported by media all across America be fake?
Listening to the other's terrified words, Chu Feng's face revealed a mocking smile.
"Hasn't anyone ever taught you? Media reports are just for glancing at. Don't tell me you actually believe them?!"
"Stop! Stop right there!" Seeing Chu Feng slowly raising his long blade, Hafeez, desperate to live, quickly shouted.
"Don't you want to know who sent us?"
Chu Feng didn't speak, merely continuing to raise his blade, a chilling gleam already shining on its edge.
Feeling an invisible pressure suddenly bearing down on him, coupled with Chu Feng's aura locking onto him, Hafeez could no longer care about much else in this life-or-death moment.
"It was that fellow Sirio. He's a priest from the Holy Advent Society's Oregon State branch. He was also behind the New York branch incident."
"Right, and he was also behind the incident in Portland..."
Sensing Chu Feng pause his long blade, a sudden surge of hope welled up in Hafeez's heart.
"Also, also... I have information! He's acquired someone with the Stigma! He must be plotting something big right now!"
Chu Feng lowered his long blade. He looked at the cult priest, whose face was etched with a desperate fear of death, and smiled faintly.
"I do have one question. If I'm satisfied with your answer, I might let you go..."
"Please ask, sir! I will answer everything!" Hafeez's tone was exceptionally firm.
He was determined to be a turncoat for this cult!
"The Holy Advent Society... apart from these branches, what's above them? A cult should have a leader, right?"
It wasn't easy to encounter such a high-ranking, cooperative member of the Holy Advent Society. I must squeeze every bit of value out of him.
But Hafeez's face turned bitter, and his next words made Chu Feng frown.
"Mr. Chu Feng, could we perhaps change the question?"
"What, you think I'm easy to deal with?"
With Chu Feng's indifferent retort, his long blade flashed. A fierce glint of light, and Hafeez's other arm was instantly severed from his body.
Fortunately for Hafeez, he was no longer human. Otherwise, just losing those two arms would have been enough to make him faint.
"We can't mention him! We can't reveal his identity, can't speak of anything related to him! It means death... it means death!"
Watching the suddenly panicked, corpulent monster, Chu Feng's eyes narrowed.
"You won't talk? Then you'll die right now!"
"No... no... I absolutely can't say!" Hafeez shook his head frantically, the terror in his eyes startling Chu Feng.
He'd rather die right now than reveal that person's identity?
Who exactly was the figure behind this cult, the Holy Advent Society?
With this doubt in his heart, Chu Feng casually swung his blade. A dazzling blade light sliced through Hafeez's neck.
As the sound of system rewards echoed in his mind, Hafeez's body crashed heavily to the ground.
A flash of fire, and countless gray-white ashes drifted away on the breeze into the distance.
Glancing at the system reward notification in his mind, Chu Feng frowned.