When that figure appeared for an instant.
The disciples of Ghost Valley retreated one after another, consciously clearing a path.
At the same time, they knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe a sound.
"Greeting the divine general!"
A disciple with a slightly higher status shouted.
The others followed suit, echoing the sentiment.
"Where is Bright Somerset?"
The figure halted, asking coldly.
"Great... senior brother, he..."
A disciple from Ghost Valley pointed not far away to the senior brother's head: "He was killed by Terry Moore!"
"Indeed, a waste!"
The figure took a few steps forward, revealing an all-black attire.
"Terry Moore has fought with Bartley Hawthorne, and none of you could capture him. When we return, I will suggest feeding you to the wolves," the man in black said in a deep voice, devoid of any emotion.
"Divine general! It is not that we are incompetent! It is truly... truly that Terry Moore is too fierce!"
