How strong was his physical body, really?
Su Fan had never actually tested it.
He wasn’t a body cultivator; he didn’t possess an overwhelmingly powerful physical defense.
His body’s strength came solely from his training realm and the enhancements provided by the system.
Caution is the parent of safety.
He wouldn’t just charge out while trying to tank bullets.
He had plenty of ways to deal with the enemies outside.
Under Su Fan’s control, the long sword moved like a silver dragon, reaping lives wantonly, piercing through the figures surrounding the outside one after another!
“Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!!!”
The sound of flesh being pierced by a sharp weapon was incessant!
Before the cult members firing from outside could even react, they felt a sharp pain in their chests, and then their consciousness sank completely into darkness!
In just over ten seconds, a considerable number of cultists were eliminated!
The flying sword, appearing and disappearing without a trace, caused all the cult members to shift their target.
They temporarily ceased fire, searching for suitable hiding spots to take cover, while constantly observing the situation inside the house.
They had originally thought it would be like catching a turtle in a jar, but they never expected their opponent’s methods to be this formidable.
How exactly was he controlling the flying sword to kill, and how did he know their positions without even showing his face?
Not a single one of them knew what was really happening.
Inside the house, Su Fan turned his head to look at Peter, who was crawling out from the rubble.
“Take your parents and leave through the back door.”
The first thing he did after using his sword control technique was to kill all the cult members who were stealthily approaching near the back door.
This family was the biggest burden for him.
With Peter and his family gone, Su Fan would have no constraints and could deal with the scum outside much more easily.
“I understand. You have to be careful!”
Peter wasn’t stupid either. Assessing the current situation, he immediately took his father and helped his injured mother, struggling to move towards the back door.
While he was speaking, Su Fan hadn’t stopped reaping the lives of the cult members.
Su Fan hadn’t yet learned the method to nourish a spiritual sword; the long sword only had spiritual power enhancing it.
But even so, its power was still unstoppable.
Those cult members hiding behind cars and walls, waiting for an opportunity, were cut down along with their cover!
“Stop! Exorcist inside.”
Just then, a shout came from outside.
“If you continue using your witchcraft to kill our companions, I cannot guarantee this girl’s safety.”
Within Su Fan’s spiritual perception, one of the cultists was dragging a terrified young woman out from behind cover.
“Where is this place… Why am I here?”
The woman’s expression was one of fear and panic; it didn’t seem fake.
The relentless sound of blades piercing flesh finally stopped.
This also marked the halt of the killings by the elusive flying sword, which was like a phantom.
A smile curled at the corner of the cultist’s lips.
Within the cult of Paimon, besides those who joined voluntarily, there were also those brought in and brainwashed by various means.
When necessary, these people would “suddenly” regain their sanity.
Now, it was clearly the so-called “necessary moment.”
[He can kill enemies without hesitation, but he can’t ignore an innocent person, right?]
Smiles appeared on the faces of the cultists as they emerged from their hiding places one after another.
But the moment they stepped out, they witnessed the scene of the woman and her captor both falling to the ground, decapitated.
“Thinking everyone else is as stupid as you are.”
A cold sneer curled on Su Fan’s lips.
After several hours of exploration, he was absolutely certain that there were no normal people left in this community now.
They were all people associated with the cult of Paimon.
Whether that woman had truly awoken from the brainwashing or was faking it made no difference to Su Fan.
Where were the hostages? They were all cult members.
As he was killing, Su Fan suddenly sensed something was wrong.
The numbers didn’t add up!
These cannon fodder in front of him were just buying time; they had another plan!
After the flying sword pierced the chest of the last cultist.
Su Fan rushed out of the house, sprinting all the way towards the northwest!
According to Sam, Paimon was a king of the northwestern direction in Hell. If they wanted to start some ritual, they would inevitably face northwest.
Su Fan’s speed was extremely fast, covering several hundred meters in the span of a breath!
At the same time, a sense of warning arose in his heart.
Scenes began to form in his mind.
Symbols representing Paimon, an unfamiliar man, an evil and bizarre ritual array…
“They have backup vessels?!”
Su Fan had originally thought there was something special about Peter, which was why Paimon had designated him as the vessel for his descent.
But now it seemed that wasn’t the case.
Peter wasn’t indispensable; it was for other reasons that the cultists of Paimon were so persistently fixated on him.
Was it his grandmother?
Perhaps Peter’s grandmother held an extremely high position within the cult, which was why she designated her own blood relative as the vessel.
The thinking of cult members is different from ordinary people.
Having one’s own bloodline’s soul taken over – something seen as a calamity and misfortune by normal people – is viewed by them as an honor, the highest glory.
It wasn’t that Paimon had designated Peter, but that Alan, in order to prolong his wealth and power, had consecrated his son, daughter, granddaughter, and grandson to Paimon!
Since Peter wasn’t the only one, then the cultists would inevitably prepare backup vessels!
The moment he understood this, right in front of the speeding Su Fan, a blood-red totem materialized in mid-air!
A powerful force of confinement, a mental erosion strong enough to shatter one’s sanity instantly, erupted!
Beneath the totem, numerous cultists chanted evil incantations, slashing their wrists, using their blood to nourish the ritual array drawn on the ground!
Paimon, a master of the occult, could instantly grant his followers all related knowledge.
To stop Su Fan, he had taught the array and various methods to his most devout followers!
Su Fan, having long since entered the Nether Sight state, could clearly see the souls wailing in agony on these cultists.
They were the souls of their own close relatives!
“Get out of my way!”
Su Fan had no time to deal with these beasts. He took out a handful of Five Thunder Talismans from his bosom and scattered them!
Seven or eight bolts of lightning erupted, illuminating the entire street as if it were daylight!
Why ‘as if it were daylight’?
Because at that very moment, thick, heavy dark clouds rapidly spread, completely obscuring the sun’s rays!
It was as if a mass of pitch-black ink had polluted the entire sky!
Lightning arced and twisted, thunder roared deafeningly, unstoppable!
A single bolt was enough to shatter the evil array nurtured by the cultists’ flesh and blood!
The other bolts struck several of the spell-casters with deadly accuracy!
Their souls didn’t even have time to be collected by Paimon before they were directly blasted apart by the lightning, utterly annihilated!
The lightning, representing ultimate righteousness and hardness, had nearly killed even a demon like Raum when he encountered it.
Now, using it against these creatures was like using a cannon to swat flies!
But at this point, he couldn’t afford to feel bad about wasting talismans!
Because Paimon was on the verge of a successful descent!
