At the same time.
Outside a quiet little building in Winter Spring Valley.
The huge flying chariot from the Nihilist Congregation and many of its members were hovering in the sky, waiting for the arrival of the Unholy One. However, they waited for quite a while, and yet, no one could be seen.
Finally, Zhu Honggong broke the silence first. He scoffed before he said mockingly, "Hurry up and summon your Unholy One here!"
Yan Guichen frowned as he looked at the quiet and empty sky.
Cult Leader Zhou said, "Don't be anxious. When the Unholy One receives the signal, he'll definitely come."
"Oh, I'm so scared," Zhu Honggong said derisively.
"Young man, sometimes you have to pay a price for your arrogance. When the Lord Unholy One arrives, I'm afraid you'll be unable to live and die," Cult Leader Zhou said.
Zhu Honggong placed his hands on his hips and said, "Oh, is that so? Don't worry, I'll beg for death at that time!"
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