837 Piles of Flesh

He looked at her with fury, an unbounded hatred. 

"Do you know what we suffered to get to this point?!" he shouted. 

The other cultists had a similar expression on their faces, bitterness and spite. 

"The others... those idiotic sheep just keep hoping that someone will come help them. Someone will save them! And yet we who sacrificed our lives to gain this power are seen as villains! We tried in the beginning but we're nothing but monsters to them. None of them understand that to survive, you must adapt and they just keep sticking to their ways."

The cultist leader pointed at her. 

"And now we come to you, this mysterious cultivator who suddenly comes in, interrupting our advancements. Clearly, you have some fancy tools but do you think that's enough to kill us?"

As he asked this question, his mantle loosened and fell off, revealing his body.