At this moment, atop Snow Peak, the lights were shining brightly; this was the stronghold of Bright Church in the Eight countries in Southeast.
In one of the extravagantly decorated caves, a fox with a face full of wounds and torn flesh was being pushed forward by two burly men.
"Come on... Fox, you must have thought it through by now, right? Are you going to cooperate with me, or choose to die like the useless ones under you?"
Oscar Jones sat on a high platform, playfully stroking his magic wand, looking down at him with a sinister smile.
By his side, there were two men wearing black veils, but from the beginning to the end, they were just fiddling with the lizards in their hands, without speaking.
"Hmph! What cooperation can I have with someone as ungrateful and treacherous as you? Don't forget, if the Dragon King hadn't spared your life back then, you would have been lining up in the underworld just like Saladan!"
