In the entrance gorge of West Pole Mountain, the Purple Mansion Successor stood amid frost and snow, gazing at the pitch-black ancient bridge and its faint, eerie glow, his mind racing.
These Heavenly Prides had been competitors within the Emperor's Tomb, mortal enemies, yet now they could unite to hunt down the four Ghosts. Was it truly to uphold justice on Heaven's behalf?
Bullshit! They merely wanted to divide up the Blood Marks the four Ghosts carried...
Looking at the ancient bridge, the Purple Mansion Successor reflected inwardly, Heh, this Sinheart Bridge really does embody the pursuit of gain and avoidance of harm... Only, these people have lost their heads at the sight of profit. The melee outside the bridge could clearly have left both sides crippled, letting everyone else reap the rewards. Yet they're acting with such haste. They're truly as stupid as pigs.
Very well. I'll teach you what it means to win through strategy-to scheme against people's hearts and natures!
Looking at the Sinheart Bridge as it appeared to his eyes, he devised a plan that would serve both purposes and prepared to transmit his voice to the Heavenly Prides, secretly influencing the melee beyond the bridge.
However, over twenty Supernatural Ability Users were attacking one another outside the bridge, each with schemes of their own, making the situation change from instant to instant.
Before the Purple Mansion Successor could transmit his voice, he saw that Fifth Brother, Winter Ghost, was already teetering on the brink of death. Fourth Son, Autumn Ghost, was also badly wounded, struggling desperately like a cornered beast.
Only a few hundred exchanges into the hunt, people were already about to die.
There was no helping it. The four Ghosts were intent on cutting a bloody path out, escaping, and making further plans