"You comfort them to stop crying and wait on the side." Ling Di's head buzzed from the cries of the two children, so he urgently rolled up another gust of demonic wind to take Feng Ling and the two kids to a safe place away from the battle.
Seeing the broad range of protection this Demon Cultivator provided, it was certainly a formidable Great Demon.
The three of them were too weak; if they truly started fighting, even a stray hit would be unbearable for them.
Meanwhile, the villagers of Shiliang Village, under the High Priest's orders, had already moved forward to seize Wang Wu and his wife. Many were yelling for each household to bring out wood, preparing to burn the family that brought demons.
Amidst the noisy cries and shouts everywhere, Ling Di sneered, "If we topple that statue of his, I don't believe the Demon Cultivator won't show himself."
