"Quick, invite him in!" Tonglu · Iron Hoof, patriarch of the Iron Hoof Clan, shot up from his seat in the Council Hall after receiving the report.
His voice held an urgency unheard in years, startling several elders beside him who were reading through records.
Talos had been taken away by Tie'emu'er three years ago. The guards at the entrance did not know the full story and had simply delivered the visiting card to the patriarch.
When Copper Skull unfolded the card and saw the blue-black sword-scar mark on it, he froze for a moment, then quickly took a thick register of Hell's Prefects from his Space Ring.
This directory was jointly published by several major trading firms operating across Hell only when a Prefect changed. It recorded the identifying insignia of every registered Prefect on Hell's five continents.
His fingers flipped rapidly through the pages, his eyes growing brighter. There it was-the Prefect of Xunzhen Prefecture. A newly appointed Prefect from the Blood Peak Continent, whose insignia was precisely a blue-black sword scar.
Copper Skull's breathing quickened.
Talos could be saved! Over the past three years, on countless nights, he had dreamed of that child being tortured until death would have been a mercy, only to wake and sit silently beside his bed.
It was not that the Iron Hoof Clan did not want to rescue Talos. They lacked the ability.
Three years ago, Tie'emu'er had come in person and easily defeated every Seven-Star Devil-level clansman, including him, before everyone's eyes. Even now, recalling that invincible figure sent a chill down his spine.
He was the patriarch. He could not gamble the lives of his ten million clansmen on an almost nonexistent chance of victory. But today, a genuine Prefect stood at their gates.
And this Prefect was very