Beneath the silent night sky, a green aurora pierced the heavens, illuminating the snow-covered land.
A woman clad in a white dress moved with the grace of a fluttering butterfly, yet her figure was astonishingly swift.
Wrapped in ice and snow, the white figure continued to streak forward.
Inside a tent, the Nuomi Church Master wore a monocle and held an Engraving Knife, continuously carving lines into a stone.
"Against the Shadow, come here, all of you," the Nuomi Church Master said calmly, his hands never stopping.
Before long, the three people on patrol arrived inside the tent, their expressions respectful. "Church Master, what are your orders?"
"That God Inheritor is heading toward us. Gather all the followers, set an ambush, and form the formation," the Nuomi Church Master ordered.
"Church Master, isn't this mobilizing far too many people?" Red Face cautiously tried to dissuade him.
Having so many followers act at once to form the formation would consume an enormous amount of Soul Power.
And all this merely to deal with a single God Inheritor.
The Nuomi Church Master did not answer Red Face's question. He merely said calmly, "Make the arrangements."
Red Face's expression turned solemn. Without another word, he accepted the order and left.
The Nuomi Church Master gazed at the Soul Tool he had finished engraving, his eyes dark and unreadable.
Since he had already mobilized all his strength this time, he would hold nothing back. All along his journey, he had been calculating, working out the greatest chance of victory before committing everything.
According to his senses, the remaining Blood Pearls were all on that person. As long as he captured that person and studied them thoroughly, his supreme goal might become attainable.
Perhaps he could finally stand shoulder to shoulder with the person in