Faith of the Asura Race

Seventeen Fifth Order Warrior from the Asura Race looked down coldly at Doran and Jing Gege below.

In truth, they hadn't expected to get any information about the attacker from these members of the Purple Cloud Race.

Asking was merely routine.

But what if they got lucky?

That would be a great merit!

On the ground, Jing Gege shook his head.

He'd been thinking about how to make a stylish entrance and show off his power.

But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a good plan.

Showing off just wasn't suited to an honest man like him.

If Innocent and Invincible had been here, those two would surely have thought of some flashy way to make an entrance.

Since he couldn't think of anything, he simply stopped trying.

He looked up at the seventeen Asura Race warriors in the air and waved a hand. An invisible force bound them all.

The force solidified, eventually taking the form of golden dragons, each one restraining an Asura Race warrior.

"Come down."

Jing Gege spoke calmly and crooked a finger. The warriors bound by the golden dragons immediately flew to him against their will.

They struggled with all their might, staring at Jing Gege in terror.

He'd bound all seventeen Fifth Order Warrior with a wave of his hand. That was the power of at least a Sixth Order expert!

A Sixth Order expert was hiding at this Purple Cloud Race resistance hideout!

What rotten luck!

Doran, standing nearby, was just as stunned.

He'd been racking his brains for a way out, wondering how he could draw away these God-level experts of the Demon God Race by himself and give his people hidden in the valley a chance to survive.

But in the blink of an eye,