Observing the Ceremony III

"Aufika!?" The instant Sandra and Di Mo saw the newcomer, goosebumps broke out all over their bodies.

The Spirit Threads within them surged at high speed, and the furnace light flickered violently, almost entering combat form.

The fearsome reputation of the Three Kings had not spread through legend—it had been carved out through slaughter.

No one knew how many Spirit Hosts had died at their hands.

Some Spirit Hosts had clawed their way out of the Interaction Zone alone. Some had been forced to flee en masse after their Interaction Zones were breached. Others had been found by traveling groups, which absorbed the Gods and Buddhas Spirit Hosts within them and converted them on a large scale into furnace bearers.

But regardless of which kind they were, they had to go to the Perpetual Palace, obtain the Martial Arts Diagram, and forge a Heart Burning Furnace before they could resist Evil Energy contamination.

Even basic Evil Energy contamination was so difficult to resist. Now, one of the Three Kings had come in person—she was practically a walking natural disaster.

Even if Aufika did nothing but stand there, she would naturally radiate an enormous amount of contaminating radiation.

"Damn it. The Instant Tower sent people too—and one of the Three Kings at that!!" Sandra had once fought Aufika.

She had unleashed her furnace's Final Form with all her strength, yet she had not lasted even three moves before being blown apart on the spot.

Had La not been extremely familiar with the Great Abyss and used her remaining scraps of Spirit Thread and flesh within it to reconstruct her consciousness body—

She would have been dead for who knew how many years by now.

"Fall back!" Di Mo solemnly raised a hand, signaling the group to retreat farther away.

They could