"Since choosing to betray the Ye Clan, the Nether Lamp is vast, but no longer a place for our tribe to inhabit."
"If you cannot achieve the expected outcome in this battle, I will be disappointed, very disappointed."
"Rest assured."
The leading Light Witch Goddess glanced at the Triple Curse Ghost Monk with unquestionable authority and said:
"It's not just the Jester Emperor who has promised you, but also our clan's Ancestor."
"After this battle, you may command your people and continue to reside in the Nether Lamp."
"Or you can go to the Abyss of the Red Dust and become royalty there."
"Of course, if you insist and are not afraid of the divine light of our tribe, the Cloud Sea is also welcoming to you."
"Good."
The Triple Curse Ghost Monk moved his chin and suddenly raised a skinny finger, pointing it straight to the ground:
"Enough said, the Blood Sorcerer Clan has sensed our approach, we shall sweep and suppress them with the force of thunder."
