Slaying demons.
Feng Lin's lips curled into a smile, yet no one could see it behind the mask.
The Holy See remains ever the same.
They clearly coveted the Space Ring here but merely used the guise of demon slaying.
"Indeed, I like slaying demons,"
Feng Lin responded in fluent English.
"May the will of God be with you."
Porto revealed a hint of a smile before looking towards the two people beside him, "Let's go in."
Feng Lin followed behind them.
Upon entering, one could still see the towering piles of corpses.
Many who came in felt nauseous at the sight of these bodies.
A few chose to leave.
But many more decided to venture deeper.
The temptation of the Space Ring was simply too great for them.
Feng Lin glanced at the people around him, choosing to initially conceal himself in the shadows.
He had always been wary of Xue Zizai.
This mission was, from the start, the old man's attempt to keep him grounded.
Feng Lin had harbored little hope from the beginning.