"Shi Xiaole, if you've got the guts, come out!"
The Grand Elder laughed heartily.
More than five months ago, he had been seriously injured by Shi Xiaole and the Divine Eagle, using the Blood Emperor Divine Skill at the cost of his own blood essence to narrowly escape death. Such injuries would typically take years to heal. Yet now, there was not a trace of injury on his body.
Many had noticed that the Grand Elder seemed not weaker, but stronger and more brutally bloody than before.
"Brother Meng, you are a member of the Divine Sect, yet today you lead the enemy to our doorstep. Are you not ashamed?"
Zhuo Wansheng scolded him with a face full of inexplicable sorrow and anger, while secretly transmitting instructions to the Array System Grandmaster to set up layers upon layers of arrays.
