Northland, on the Frost Plain.
Someone was running, and someone was chasing unhurriedly.
"The god has arrived in Alvia! The disaster is inevitable! What's the use of killing me? Can you stop the disaster?"
The man who was running shouted with all his strength.
Half a day ago, he was the leader of some evil sect in the Northland, with countless evil sects, as well as a lot of wealth and beauties.
Although he had heard that many people of the leader of the evil sect in the Northland had been chased to death, he didn't care about it. He continued to plunder and slaughter ordinary people as the sacrificial offerings of the evil god ceremony.
Until half an hour ago.
The purple-haired young man behind him took a parchment and muttered, "Pull out this stronghold, and you can go back to see Louis sir." Then he broke into the base of the evil sect and began to kill!
Horrible!
It was extremely terrifying!
What was more horrible was his ruthless killing method!
