The Demon Bone Monk and the resentful spirits' strength caught Master Yiwen's eye; they had merely received an insignificant portion of the Demon God's power, yet they were already so formidable. At this moment, Master Yiwen, clutching the Demon God's Tusk, could feel the power emanating from it was stronger than any force he had ever witnessed. He longed to possess this power.
"In a world like this, without power, one can only be caged like a beast, slaughtered at will!" Master Yiwen thought to himself, as a hint of black aura flashed briefly in his eyes, followed by a glint of crimson that slowly began to bloom deep within.
Meanwhile, Song Jian had already left that small realm through the Teleportation Gate, returning directly to the City of Hope.
The City of Hope was in the midst of reconstruction, and all the Covenant players began to meticulously search every corner of the city, even the sewers, with more care than they took during the previous construction of the city.
