Ten kilometers away from where the Ribbon Sect incident happened was a group of people led by a man wearing armored spikes. He was a bulky giant, even in his human form, spanning a height of four meters.
He had an imposing presence. The air he breathed out contained a feeling of dominance, something only one who had been in power for a considerable time would possess. He had a small team with him, only numbering four.
Though, that was more than enough battle strength for them. After all, all five of them possessed Spiritual Incarnations. They were a group of staggeringly imposing powerhouses. The man wearing the armored spikes heard the collective shout of the Ribbon Sect, snorting in disdain as he said, "Those guys are at it again. Strength in numbers is useless against us."
"It should be the Seamstress. We shouldn't underestimate her," the man standing right behind him said. "If we do, we'll have our asses handed to us by her, just like last time."
