North America, Morgan Financial Conglomerate headquarters.
Inside the boardroom at the Morgan Financial Conglomerate headquarters, dozens of directors were deathly pale. The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating.
Suddenly, someone realized something and sprang to his feet. "Quick! Contact Dark Moon! Contact everyone we can reach!"
The secretary rushed in, his forehead drenched in cold sweat. "Chairman, Dark Moon hasn't responded, Europe has refused to help, and the remaining Freedom Alliance is already too overwhelmed to fend for itself."
Clatter!
The wineglass in his hand fell to the floor. The white-haired chairman slowly closed his eyes. "Asura... will definitely come."
Those words silenced everyone present.
Judging by Asura's character, he was someone who repaid every slight. They knew Asura never spared an enemy.
Above the Atlantic Ocean, Lin Jin slowly dispelled Susanoo, and calm returned to heaven and earth.
He raised his hand, and a Kamui Vortex appeared out of thin air. A moment later, he had vanished.
At Asura Hall's headquarters, traces of the battle still remained. Many walls had cracked, and a faint smell of blood lingered in the air.
While everyone was tallying the losses, a spatial vortex slowly emerged in the center of the hall, and Lin Jin stepped out.
The entire hall instantly fell silent, and everyone looked up at once.
The next moment, Blood Twelve, Lu Chuan, was the first to leap to his feet. "Hall Master!"
That cry seemed to ignite all of Asura Hall.
"The Hall Master is back!"
"Hahahaha! The Hall Master won!"
"Even a Divine Domain expert was killed by the Hall Master!"
Deafening cheers instantly erupted throughout the hall.
Su Ming slammed his fist onto the table, his face flushed with excitement. "That felt good! So fucking good! Who'll dare say Asura Hall can only skulk around in hiding