It was the eve of the great battle.
Late at night, the sky was full of stars.
Sikong Jiantian was seated quietly in the main hall of a residence.
There was a figure kneeling before him.
"Lord Sikong, the latest news from the Heavenly Supervisory is that the Fiendcelestial Cult has already sent the 72 Earthly Fiends to the Qingzhou Ancient City."
"The superiors have instructed that all losses will be your full responsibility, Lord Sikong."
His voice was emotionless.
"72 Earthly Fiends? They really think highly of me."
Sikong Jiantian was a little surprised, he didn't expect that he had actually attracted the 72 Earthly Fiends.
The Fiendcelestial Cult was an evil cult that was famous not because of its power but its brutality. They were holding a sacrificial ritual to revive a Fiendcelestial where humans would be sacrificed alive. That was against the bottom line of the orthodox cultivators.
