"Brother Xu," Mo Ye turned his gaze towards Xu Zimei.
The only hope now rested on Xu Zimei, who alone was not sealed.
But he had no idea what realm Xu Zimei truly belonged to.
Xu Zimei smiled without saying anything.
The three black-robed figures descended slowly from the sky, looking down upon the Sansi from their high position.
"Prisoners at the foot of the steps, didn't see that coming, did you?"
Huang Xing snorted coldly and shouted, "Kill or flay me as you wish, but the empire will one day annihilate your Evil God Cult.
Just like the war led by King Anding a hundred years ago."
"Courting death," the middle black-robed figure uttered upon hearing Huang Xing's words, his gaze flickering fiercely.
His hand summoned a black mist, and Spiritual Energy surged, forming a giant hand.
The hand pressed down through layers of space, eventually crashing down from the sky.
Huang Xing, now unable to use any power, was no different from an ordinary person.
