"Damn it! Where did those bastards from the Artifact Refining Hall get so many magical artifacts?"
Within the mountain ravine, Xie Xun punched the stone wall in fury. The immense force made the entire cave tremble.
He had never imagined that the killing move originally meant for the Artifact Refining Hall would boomerang back onto himself in the end.
Because Fang Qiong had thoroughly offended Yan Lou, they had failed to obtain the first batch of firearms.
For that reason, Xie Xun's initial target had been the Artifact Refining Hall.
Although the other factions had jointly fleeced him over the consumable supplies, leaving his heart aching, Xie Xun—who held the most firearms—had still been brimming with ambition.
After all, as long as they could thoroughly suppress the Artifact Refining Hall, all their current losses would be recouped immediately after the advancement competition.
Then he was beaten until his head was covered in bumps.
The allies who had promised their support all turned traitor. During the stage of gathering their forces, more than thirty people under his command had already been cut down.
What pained him most was that an elite squad armed with guns had been killed by the Artifact Refining Hall.
According to the intelligence Heavenly Secrets Pavilion had obtained before they entered, they should not have had such a difficult time dealing with them.
But for some reason, those bastards from the Artifact Refining Hall had all acquired several more magical artifacts.
At the thought of those sinister artifacts steeped in yin energy, Xie Xun's expression turned utterly grim.
A blackened wound still remained on his shoulder, left there by Fang Qiong while he had been fending off attacks from several factions at once.
The demonic sects did not lack such sinister magical artifacts and cultivation techniques, but