"Nanjiang. Rank Seven. Come quickly."
That was the message Wang Jinyang had sent. Lu Hao was stunned the instant he saw it.
Had the Evil Cult gone mad? They had directly sent a Rank Seven to attack Fang Ping. If high-ranks fought in a city—
Then, before long, every high-rank would be rooting them out. After all, the Evil Cult was no secret to Zhang Tao. Of the Evil Cult's ten Rank Nines, three were Zhang Tao's people, and the Evil Cult existed to give people an enemy before the Earth Caves were made public.
That was why Zhang Tao had not dealt with them and instead allowed them to exist. But there was a bottom line: they could not cause mass casualties.
And now, had the Evil Cult gone insane? A high-rank was brazenly making a move in the city. Zhang Tao probably did not even know about this, or he would have snuffed out such a threat in the bud.
Had the butterfly effect he caused really become this huge?
Thinking about it, it really had become quite significant.
Lu Hao rushed toward Nanjiang at full speed. He did not know whether they had started fighting over there yet, but he was not too worried about the two men's lives. With the War God Bow and his half-golden body, Old Wang could hold off an ordinary Rank Seven for a while. As for Fang Ping, although he might not be able to defeat a peak Rank Six now—
Escaping with his life should not be difficult.
Time rewound to ten minutes earlier.
At Lakeview Garden, Fang Ping was about to eat New Year's Eve dinner when he suddenly sensed a fluctuation of vitality and blood to the side.
Fang Ping frowned slightly. His Mentality had already reached 800