Main Space!
The High Priest stood suspended in the air, a sharp glint flashing deep within his blood-red eyes.
The other party's "compromise" did not make him relax in the slightest.
On the contrary, these were merely partial conditions—there would surely be more to come.
Sure enough!
The hoarse voice fell silent for only an instant before the dagger was revealed at the end of the map, casting out its true—and most crucial—demand:
"However!" The voice suddenly grew heavier!
"By my power alone... repairing that cushion would be fraught with countless perils!"
"To ensure nothing goes wrong...
Brother Dao...
you must hand over to me in full the control over the 'crimson runes' formed by refining your clan's 'traitorous Divine Envoys and priests' and merging them into the array foundation..."
The voice was utterly decisive:
"Otherwise...
do not blame me... for being powerless to help!"
Boom!
This naked demand was like ice water hurled into boiling oil, instantly setting off raging waves within the High Priest's heart!
Hand over the crimson runes transformed from the Divine Envoys and priests?!
That was equivalent to... handing over part of his authority over the very foundation of the Great Array!
Giving part of his own vital weakness into another's control!
The High Priest's face, which had only just forcibly regained its "calm," was instantly covered in frost!
Beneath his voluminous blood-red robe, his five fingers silently clenched, his fingertips turning faintly white from overwhelming killing intent and restraint!
The fingers beneath his broad scarlet sleeves silently tightened in the unseen shadows, his knuckles giving off a series of exceedingly faint crackles that made the soul tremble!
Within the layers between space...
Cheng Buzheng's dark-golden eyes, gleaming with shifting light, stared intently through the invisible barrier at every minute change in the High Priest's