The cloaked monsters were overbearing, and they had the confidence to back it up.
Their confidence came from this-an endless, utterly dark alley connected to boundless evil.
Rustle!
Dong, dong!
The two descendants of ghost gods waved colorful banners and beat their gongs and drums.
Only, their display lacked some of its earlier force.
One cloaked being sneered. "Throw away the gongs and drums. Throw away the banners."
Clatter!
The two descendants obediently threw them away.
"Throw away that rolled-up thing above your heads, too."
The two descendants exchanged a glance, then drew a bundle of Sandalwood Incense from their robes. "Everyone, our lord gave us this painting."
"It's meant to suppress all who refuse to submit, all who resist. We wouldn't dare throw it away."
The cloaked being laughed loudly. "You'll die if you don't."
The two descendants swallowed and cupped their hands toward the painting above their heads. "We aren't afraid of death."
"Even if we die, our lord will refine us into curses, and we'll be able to serve him forever."
The cloaked beings...
Fuck!
Two idiots!
At that moment, the two descendants shouted sternly:
"It's not impossible for you to control Lord Flower-Scatter's materials, but there's one condition: you must withstand our lord's strike."
The cloaked beings threw back their heads and laughed. "He's just a puny human Foundation Establishment Cultivator. However strange or powerful his methods are, they have an end. They have a limit."
Rustle!
One cloaked being stepped to the front and smiled. "Come on, strike me!"
"Let me see whether your lord's spells can make me lose so much as a single hair."
Rustle!
A black wind blew from the depths of the dark alley, making the cloaked beings' robes flap loudly.
The two descendants exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and