Zhang Peng cursed Death Prison Douluo's ancestors for eighteen generations with the most vicious language imaginable, but it could not change the outcome of being ruthlessly suppressed by undead creatures.
At the Holy Spirit Cult's underground headquarters, Death Prison Douluo scratched his ear, a mocking smile curling at his lips. Those curses were as weightless as a few specks of dust.
After such long planning, his wish had finally come true!
If Zhongli Wu, Ye Xishui, or Long Xiaoyao had been at headquarters, Death Prison Douluo would have found it difficult to succeed.
Fortunately, Zhongli Wu's greed knew no bounds. He had designs on the Sun Moon Empire's military authority and was ultimately swayed into leading people to the military district to fight for power and profit, entrusting the Holy Spirit Cult to Vice Leader Death Prison Douluo without concern.
Death Prison Douluo had not disappointed Zhongli Wu. At this moment, the Holy Cult had reunited and would proceed together to the Undead Demiplane to discuss their grand plans!
"Seems like someone's missing."
Death Prison Douluo rubbed his chin. He knew the Holy Spirit Cult's personnel stationed behind by heart, yet one name had been absent just now. He strode toward a room and pushed open the door.
Blue Silver Holy Maiden, Tang Ya.
Ever since the competition between the Holy Spirit Cult and Angel Saint Hall ended, Tang Ya had been confined in this room. Her three daily meals were delivered by Evil Soul Masters who had defected to Death Prison Douluo.
When she saw Death Prison Douluo enter, Tang Ya abruptly rose to her feet. A spark of life seemed to appear in her dark blue eyes as she rushed before him in a few strides and said coldly, "Death Prison, let me go. I want to find