Mirage Eagle

Wu Heng sat in his chair, his eyes slightly unfocused. No one knew what he was thinking.

"It's time to go to the Spirit Sacrifice Tower!"

The mutter had barely begun when he turned into a cloud of blood mist. As if diluted by the air, the mist vanished from where he stood, leaving only the latter half of his sentence behind.

The entire room fell silent once more.

On Candlelight Path, the red mist Wu Heng had become shot straight toward the Spirit Sacrifice Tower.

Then it stopped midway.

Not because he wanted to stop, but because something had blocked his path.

A man in a green cloak and an iron mask, with emerald-like eyes, stood before him.

"Why are you stopping me?" Wu Heng reappeared in human form.

At Lighthouse Master Plaza, no one could keep a Lord of Hell from leaving if he wished to go. He had every right to ask.

"I've been waiting for you." The masked man's gaze traveled from Wu Heng's head to his feet, then from his feet back to his head, finally settling on Wu Heng's disguised face.

"Waiting for me?"

Wu Heng had no impression of this person. Could he be from the Bright Realm, here for revenge?

"My name is Mirage Eagle. I heard you were promised the position of vice president. I'm here to tell you that not just anyone can be vice president!"

Mirage Eagle released the aura of a demon-tier being, transparent ripples spreading around his body.

Hearing that, Wu Heng understood that the man belonged to the Spirit Sacrifice Association and was also someone intending to compete for the vice president position. Judging by his current aura, he even faintly surpassed Nailhead, having reached the limit of two stars.

But judging by the strength of