The mascot of the wishing shop is a cat.

Chapter 199 Fighting on the Altar

"Are they not allowed to come in?"

Lin Xiyue looked at the strange group of cult members with some surprise.

"Meow~"

"Yes."

Like a real cat, Meros licked his paws and washed his face.

"Huh? That's..."

Lin Xiyue looked at the angry cult members, and among the equally angry crowd, she saw a black-robed man who was somewhat different from the others.

The man was dressed in the same black robe as the other men in black robes. The wide sleeves covered almost his entire body, revealing only the lower half of his face and his hands.

At first glance, his attire was no different from that of the others around him. However, what truly caught Lin Xiyue's eye were his unusual hands.

On his left wrist, a bright, dazzling yellow hair tie stood out starkly. Like a ray of light, it was particularly striking and eye-catching against the dark black robe.

Not only that, he also made a gun-like gesture with his right hand, with his index finger slightly bent, as if he were aiming at a target.

This unique gesture, coupled with the striking yellow hair tie, instantly made this person stand out from the crowd of men in black robes, becoming the focus of Lin Xiyue's attention.

"Meow~"

"This must be Zhou Yun. This gesture means he's safe."

Following Lin Xiyue's gaze, Meros immediately locked onto the man in black robes.

"Wow, he's not being controlled anymore, that's great! (*^▽^*)"

Lin Xiyue saw that Zhou Yun was indeed alright and was just pretending, and she was genuinely happy for him.

After parting ways yesterday, Lin Xiyue was actually worried that Zhou Yun would be discovered, or that he would be invaded by those "muds" and lose himself.

Seeing that he's alright and is even using the hand gestures they made last night to convey that he's safe, I feel much more at ease.

Of course, the only one who was worried was Lin Xiyue; the others weren't worried at all.

Lin Xiyue paid the price for her worries last night. After all, she was being held in Mo Luosi's arms, yet she was still thinking about other men; one can imagine what price she paid.

On the other hand, Lin Xiyue continued to try to knock out the others present, so that they could suffer less pain.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Earl and Lingyan had already engaged in a fierce battle with the high priest and bishop standing on the altar.

Earl moved with the agility of a ghost, each move swift and fierce, carrying a sharp aura; Lingyan, on the other hand, was like a raging flame, his moves wide and sweeping, yet containing boundless power.

However, the high priest and bishop, dressed in black robes, showed no weakness in the face of such a formidable enemy.

Just as the two sides were locked in fierce combat, suddenly, a dense, almost tangible black aura emanated from the black-robed high priest and the bishop. This mysterious aura acted like an indestructible shield, completely blocking the fierce attacks launched by Earl and Lingyan.

"Hmph! You two think you can stop our meticulously planned grand scheme?"

The high priest let out a chilling laugh, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes hidden in the shadows of his black robe.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his hands sharply, and in an instant, jet-black energy waves shot towards Earl and Lingyan like arrows.

"Don't even think about it!"

Faced with this fierce attack, Lingyan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she let out a loud shout.

At the same time, with a thought, a blazing flaming sword appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The flaming sword was entirely crimson, with blazing flames leaping across its blade, as if it were about to ignite the surrounding air.

In the blink of an eye, Lingyan, wielding her flaming sword, fiercely slashed down at the black energy waves.

With a loud "sizzle," dazzling sparks erupted where the flaming sword collided with the black energy wave. The originally menacing black energy wave was actually cleaved in two by the flaming sword, turning into countless tiny fragments of light that dissipated into the air.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate and the atmosphere was so tense that they could almost hear each other's heartbeats, Lin Xiyue, like a ghost, silently circled around to the back of the eerie altar.

It turns out that back in that thrilling melee, Lin Xiyue had relied on her petite frame and the help of Moros—mainly with Moros's assistance.

She knocked everyone present unconscious without anyone noticing.

At this moment, she was like a cheetah in the night, moving swiftly and precisely.

She flashed and appeared below the altar like lightning.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the ground, as if searching for something important. Following the detailed instructions given by Meros, she quickly discovered the mysterious array device hidden beneath the altar.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xiyue made her move decisively!

A cold light flashed in her hand, instantly transforming into a sharp energy wave that blasted straight towards the array device.

A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the space. The array device, which had been shimmering with light, shattered under the blow, turning into countless fragments scattered all over the ground.

With the formation successfully destroyed, the high priest and bishop, who had been relying on its powerful strength for support, suddenly felt their power rapidly draining away, like an unstoppable flood.

Their faces turned deathly pale, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

Earl, who had been waiting in the wings, naturally wouldn't let this golden opportunity slip by.

He leaped up suddenly, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, accompanied by a whooshing sound, and slammed into the high priest's chest with the force of a thunderbolt.

At the same time, Lingyan was not to be outdone.

He charged toward the bishop like a whirlwind, wielding a sword engulfed in flames, the sharp tip pressed firmly against the bishop's throat.

"You've lost, so surrender now."

Earl said coldly, his voice not loud, but carrying an irresistible authority.

The high priest stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

He never imagined that all his meticulous planning would be so easily destroyed.

Despair and regret surged into his heart, leaving him frozen in place, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

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