A raging torrent of spiritual energy suddenly swept through the previously quiet unfinished building!
Dai Muhun held a great banner, his gaze sinister as he stared at Fan Baiyan.
Golden Spear Lang had already drawn a black-and-gold spear from behind his back. Rust spotted its shaft, and its tip was covered in indelible bloodstains that exuded intense resentment. It looked like a divine weapon from the previous age of spiritual energy. Even the blood staining it possessed such powerful spirituality that it was hard to imagine what level its original owner had reached.
He raised the spearhead and pointed it at Fan Baiyan. "Let me see whether Protector Bai was just blowing hot air."
The hulking Mountain-Perching Python manifested black scales all over his body. A long snake tail rose behind him, and his body looked fat and supple. "Forgive me," he said in a muffled voice.
Yue Wen faced the three of them with his two Corpse Puppets, his presence not the slightest bit weaker. He knew exactly who the two behind him were.
"You came prepared." Fan Baiyan sneered. "Looks like you're all tired of living. The Cult Leader has returned, yet you still dare oppose me."
As he issued threats, he swept his Divine Sense over the surroundings, searching for a chance to break out.
He knew the hired muscle on his side would only fight when they had the advantage. They would never risk their lives when the enemy was stronger.
"If you hadn't hired people from the Black Market, I might not have dared act against you." Dai Muhun gave a disdainful smile. "But you had to pay for these third-rate hired hands just to deal with me. Doesn't that prove you have no favors left to call in within the Nightmare Wraith Divine Cult?