Shi Nian looked up.
In the sky, several members of the Demon Clan were driving hundreds of villagers towards the central Array.
The faces of the villagers were filled with panic and fear.
A child cried out.
His mother instantly covered his mouth, her hands trembling slightly as she looked at the members of the Demon Clan with fear in her eyes.
An old man, who seemed to be the village chief, walked forward unsteadily: "Honored ones. We do not know why you have brought us here. We are just ordinary folks, we have no dealings with the world of the honored ones."
A few of the Demon Clan glanced at the village chief.
One demon revealed a sinister smile: "Old man, rest assured, it's a good thing."
"A good thing?" The elder was skeptical.
"Of course." The smile on the face of the demon became even more eerie. "Such lowly lives as yours are able to contribute to our great Holy Daughter? Tell me, is this not a good thing?"
Holy Daughter!
