Terrifying Death Warriors

Two hours later.

The three Central Divine Temple squads, led by their respective captains, entered Rain Shelter Pavilion's teleportation gate in an orderly manner.

Five unfathomable Shadows stood before old Rain Uncle.

The leading Shadow showed no reaction. Instead, the black Shadow whose voice sounded like words carved into an iron plate slowly loosened the large hand clamped around Rain Uncle's throat, as though even making this decision required deep deliberation.

But another Shadow standing beside him did not. He gave a casual chuckle, speaking like an old friend. "Old friend, I trust you've seen it too. Fei Souli, Prison Emperor, and the others have all become history, while we recovered all our strength thousands of years later. Who the true victors are is plain for all to see! No outstanding descendants have emerged from Heaven-Piercing Tower, nor has another Innate Supreme appeared. Stop hoping for a second Prison Emperor to stubbornly resist us. Heaven-Piercing Tower has reached its final hour of destruction, yet you still dream of its revival? Rather than that, you would do better to hope we show mercy! Hahaha!"

"We will not give up." Rain Uncle's expression was pained. The handprint on his throat remained deeply imprinted like a brand on iron, impossible to heal.

"On what grounds? Fei Souli's bunch of crippled old soldiers? Back then, even with Fei Souli, you still could not win. Now she has been sealed away, perhaps even annihilated. A mere group of old, weak, and crippled remnants wants to revive Heaven-Piercing Tower? What a colossal joke!" the Shadow sneered viciously.

"Heaven-Piercing Tower will not perish. There will always be outstanding descendants to inherit the strength of their predecessors. No force can ever bring it down. It has always been so since ancient times!" A smile suddenly appeared on Rain