"Black Obsidian Envoy, it would be best if you did not leave my side later."
Cang Ze, the fourth-ranked Vice Cult Master of the Dark Cult, was uneasily advising Black Obsidian.
Yes, they had strength in numbers.
At this moment, making their way along this path toward the depths of the Ancient Battlefield were eight Golden Immortal Realm experts from their three factions, along with eighteen Heavenly Immortals carefully selected by the Dark Cult. Every one of those Heavenly Immortals was battle-hardened, an expert tempered between life and death.
Their goal was simple as well.
Find Wang Jixuan's Strange Soul Puppet—the skeleton—and seize it for Huang Langyu.
Huang Langyu had even prepared an ancient curse ritual in advance.
They had to ensure Wang Jixuan was given no time to react, striving to kill him in a single blow and eliminate all future trouble.
The Feather God Palace Master, the Grand Beginning Golden Immortal invited to hunt the Moon God Palace Master, had also sent them word.
The battle over there was underway. The Moon God Palace Master could not possibly afford to divide his attention.
Yet Cang Ze did not like making absolute guarantees. In every matter he handled, he introduced a term that immortals found quite unfamiliar.
Probability.
Cang Ze liked using probability to measure the likelihood of success.
This time, for instance, Cang Ze estimated his odds at roughly ninety-two or ninety-three percent.
In other words, it was as good as certain!
Even failure would not matter. As long as they deepened the hostility between Sword God Palace, Feather God Palace, Beast God Palace, and Night God Palace, it would be immensely beneficial to the Dark Cult's overall plans.
The problem was this Black Obsidian.
He was too weak.
Even though Cang Ze had personally helped Black Obsidian