In the air that was filled with terrifying killing intent and negative energy ripples.
Even the grass and trees by the roadside withered rapidly and then let out a low mournful cry.
..
Night Angel City.
Midnight Cathedral, at the top of the Holy Tower.
Archbishop and City Lord Underwood was sitting on the throne with a serious expression.
As one of the only four archbishops in the Church of Midnight, Underwood had absolute authority in the city.
At this moment.
There were no other clergymen of the God of Midnight in the hall.
On the contrary, there were two Evil Art Masters from the Disciples of the Calamity.
"Mister Tai Long, at this time, you're telling me you want to leave?
"Isn't this a little too irresponsible?"
Underwood scolded the blond man in front of him in a very rude tone.
The golden-haired man called Tai Long smiled calmly:
"This is Lance's territory, not mine.
