Su Xiao temporarily set aside the Apocalypse sisters and Lillim. His Demon Clan ally was utterly confused, so he might as well let her stay confused. The Demon Clan's motives this time were intriguing. Ordinarily, it should have been the Demon Prince entering the battle, yet they had sent Lillim instead.
Clearly, the old geezers of the Demon Clan were stirring up trouble. The exact situation was impossible to judge for now.
There was no need to interfere with Water Brother, either. Going to the desert to fight him now would only be asking for trouble. The desert had no water, yet it was one of Water Brother's home grounds.
That meant the greatest threats remaining were Zrias and Wood. Those two each represented a faction—the Mind Beasts and the Betrayers.
Su Xiao checked his current reputation. It had reached 3.38 million points. Seeing the reputation exceed three million, he knew the plan could be brought to a close. After operating for so long, the fruits of victory were already within reach. All that remained was to wait for the final opportunity.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock came from the door. Confusion appeared in Su Xiao's eyes. At this hour, no believer should have come to disturb him.
The door opened, and a believer wearing a bucket over his head stood outside. He was carrying someone on his back. That person's robe was tattered, and its originally inferior material had become rough and stiff after being battered by wind and rain. Strips of cloth were wrapped around his head, the bloodstains on them already blackened. The formerly white cotton had turned gray and was covered in dust.
Even more unusual was the metal basket on the man's back. The cylindrical iron basket was nearly as long as his body and