Six months later, in an upscale entertainment venue in Miami, Hoffman hurried in and shoved open the door to a hidden conference room.
"Sect Leader, everything in Florida has been prepared according to your plan. We can launch the operation at any time."
Hoffman found a seat and sat down, his face filled with utmost reverence.
Besides him, several dozen people were standing or sitting scattered around the long conference table. Each of them, like him, radiated an obscure and eerie aura.
Some were thin, with skin as pale as a vampire's. Some stood two meters tall, their bodies covered in black fur, their jawbones elongated and their mouths filled with sharp canine fangs. Others simply carried staffs inlaid with skulls, looking like evil medieval witches.
Without exception, however, they all wore identical uniforms, showing that they belonged to the same organization. Printed on their uniforms was a mountain-sized mythical beast from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, bearing a pair of wings on its back and a single vortex-like eye.
It was said that this was the true appearance of the Feathered Serpent God as witnessed by their Sect Leader. As for why it differed so greatly from the Feathered Serpent God of legend, later generations had surely embellished the story inaccurately.
Lachica, seated in the main seat, raised his head and swept his gaze around the room.
These people were all members of the cult organization Lachica had recruited. Anyone who could stand here possessed formidable strength and impressive cultivation, representing the extraordinary elites of Florida, Georgia, and Alabama.
Under Lachica's gaze, these evil and ruthless transcendent beings became meek and submissive. There was no helping it. Among transcendent beings, strength was supreme. Lachica's power far exceeded theirs, so they had no choice but to submit!
Sensing their