The Black Heaven Cult's long-planned ambush had ended in failure.
But the shock it left with the righteous sects had yet to subside.
"That was close. Far too close!"
"Strange. Lu Sanding must have been replaced by that Black Heaven Cult fiend, Lu Bucheng. Why did he switch sides in the middle of the fight?"
"No idea. Unfortunately, the Thousand-Handed Butcher killed Lu Bucheng on the spot, so there's no way to find out what happened."
Others brought up Kitz.
"Good thing someone rushed into the demonic formation and destroyed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. If Qiu Zhenli had gotten his hands on it, we'd have faced another crisis."
"Who destroyed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner? He should know something about what happened."
"Wait... am I the only one who thinks the one who destroyed it wasn't alive?"
"Huh?! You think so too? But he clearly had a will of his own. He didn't seem like a puppet or someone under another person's control."
"Perhaps an expert used some advanced method like Dormant Dragon Sleep to conceal his life force, then destroyed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner for us and removed the threat."
Opinions flew, but no one could agree.
If it had been a mindless undead creature controlled by Bai Xiaowen throughout, such as a Death Knight, these righteous experts would probably have seen through it long ago.
But Kitz had talked to himself before and after breaking the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. He had clearly seemed like someone with a will of his own, not an undead puppet under another person's control. That was why the cultivators, Qiu Zhenli included, had mistaken him for an expert in disguise.
The strongest reason for that impression was how Kitz had strolled through the perilous, chaotic demonic formation and gone straight