Chapter 382: Eyeless But Not Voiceless!
"Have faith in the Lord Fifth, gain eternal life! When the Lord Fifth appears, who dares to cause strife!
"Three circles to the left, three circles to the right! Shake those butts.... Gaze upon the Immortal Execution spell formation!"
A sound like the rumble of thunder slowly grew louder and louder. Off in the distance, a billowing fog could be seen that covered Heaven and Earth. Within the roiling fog were thousands of huge figures running back and forth, their bodies twisting into strange postures. The sound of it echoed about, and as they ran, it emanated out an indescribable power, such that anyone who laid eyes on the whole sight would be struck speechless.
More than five thousand people were running, causing everything to tremble and shake. The roiling fog seemed to affect everything around it, as if the sky and the land would be sundered. In front of the five thousand running men was a multicolored parrot. It blustered haughtily, its squawks ringing out into the air.
"Come come! Shout out a little louder for Lord Fifth!"
This whole scene completely shook the one thousand Western Desert Cultivators. The eight Nascent Soul experts stared in shock at the bizarre-looking men, and the bird.
As for the white-robed Cultivator from the Constellation Tribe, the bowl in front of him suddenly started to tremble. The turbid waters within began to spill as he stared up at the sight.
As for the Frigid Snow Clan members within the Thorn Rampart, the light from the spell beneath them continued to grow brighter. However, the more than two hundred Cultivators couldn't help but gasp. Their scalps began to go numb at the shocking scene, and all they could do was stare numbly.
The four Grand Elders gaped, as did Hanxue Bao. Hanxue Shan stared with mouth wide opened, her face filled with disbelief.
Outside of the Thorn Rampart, some of the Black Lands Cultivators within the force from the Western Desert began to cry out in quavering voices.
"That's... the spell formation of Lord Fifth from the Church of the Golden Light!!"
Immediately, this caused people to understand what exactly this bizarre scene was.
"The Church of the Golden Light!! Patriarch Golden Light!"
Within the Thorn Rampart, the Frigid Snow Clan members were breathing heavily as the voices from outside drifted into their ears. It didn't take long for them to react. Suddenly, some of the Cultivators began to speak.
"They're from the Church of the Golden Light?"
The name of the Church of the Golden Light had risen to thorough prominence in the Black Lands recently, and the stories told about Patriarch Golden Light were completely mysterious and fascinating. To see what they were seeing now caused their minds to fill with shock.
None of the Cultivators present were sure exactly why they were here. Meng Hao coughed lightly as he thought about the fame earned recently by the Church of the Golden Light. He looked at the approaching group of more than five thousand Cultivators, all of whom were said to be his own followers.
"Church of the Golden Light!" he cried out. "Hear my orders. Surround the enemy Cultivators outside the Thorn Rampart!" Suddenly, a blinding golden glow erupted out from him, which was none other than light from his Gold Core. It circulated around his body, bathing everything around him with golden light. Anyone who was nearby couldn't help but see clearly.
As his voice echoed out, and the golden light began to shine, the Cultivators around him turned to stare at him.
The four Grand Elders' eyes were wide, and even Hanxue Bao was looking at him with a deep expression.
