Honestly.
Regarding everything that had just happened, the Blood Skull Grand Bishop of the Praying Life Society had only one feeling at the moment—he was completely bewildered from start to finish.
Just as the airport fuel depot exploded.
An unprecedentedly powerful tremor instantly spread into a stone cavern beneath East Gazing Waterfall.
"Rustle! Rustle!"
Dust and stone chips shook loose from the cave ceiling.
The Grand Bishop frowned, gripping a black Bone Staff in his right hand and heavily striking the ground with it.
Bang!
A muffled thud rang out.
Green light flashed in the eye sockets of the three skulls atop the Bone Staff. Three streams of Black Qi actually spewed from their dark mouths, looking exceedingly sinister.
"Someone!"
The Grand Bishop barked.
A figure immediately appeared at the cave entrance. "Please give your orders, Grand Bishop."
Expressionless, the Grand Bishop said, "Find out what exactly happened in the Zhuo'an Minor Spirit Realm."
The subordinate respectfully replied, "Yes!"
Very soon.
The subordinate returned with the answer. "A massive explosion seems to have occurred at Zhuo'an Airport."
The Grand Bishop was rather confused.
Who the hell is causing trouble? I clearly gave orders that major matters take priority, and everyone was supposed to keep their heads down lately! The next instant.
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind. "Could it be those bastards from the Destroyer Emissary?"
That was highly possible! Last time, one of the society's Precious Treasures, the Praying Life Skull, had been snatched away by a Council Speaker from the Destroyer Emissary, and he had even secretly fought one of the Destroyer Emissary's God Envoys.
At this thought.
The Grand Bishop's cold gaze swept over the scorch mark on his wrist as he muttered a name in a low voice. "McCarran God Envoy, hmph!"
That scorch mark