The seemingly desolated capital city of the Wu region looked at the skies in the middle of the night. The prisoners of war's eyes had been filled with hope as a person named "Amon," who was the first young master of the Wubao family, arrived with a few people behind him.
They were cultivators, for sure, as they were also flying with him, facing the lands of the capital. And as their aura had spread, one thing for sure was that these cultivators were strong, above the Master Spirit Realm.
Lucas's face showed interest. Even though he should be nervous by now, he could only snicker at how absurd it was. There were only 10 people in total, and it seemed that they were aiming for something. There was no present intent with them, which made Lucas wait for their actions patiently.
"Be fret you bastard, our savior is here! You can have the luxury to shake your knees or just kneel before him. There's nothing you can do now!"
