In an instant, more than half of the hundred transcendents had died.
Braydon Neal blended in, his speed pushed to the limit.
However, three figures suddenly appeared in his path.
Dressed in white robes and holding weapons, they calmly blocked Braydon's escape.
Behind them, a purple-robed, demonic youth emerged, clearly not human, with vertical pupils marking his gaze.
"Second Senior Brother," the three Dlael Spiritual Sect disciples bowed.
"Junior Brother Jacome, come out."
The devilish youth eyed the black token on Braydon's body and smiled. "I already know all of your plans. Come out and let's talk. Perhaps I can give you a way out."
"Damn it!" Icarus Jacome appeared with a dark expression. "How did you know about my plan?"