Spear Soul's voice, filled with hatred and high-pitched, echoed across the square, "And the ones to exterminate them, are the Hall of the Reaper!"
"The Hall of the Reaper?"
Ding Yunlong was taken aback and said, "You mean the Hall of the Reaper that enforces justice on behalf of Heaven?"
Spear Soul replied coldly, "Exactly! Enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven, meting out divine punishment!"
"Meting out divine punishment!" Iron Palm hissed through clenched teeth, "That's what we're here for!"
Spear Soul nodded and said, "The great battle of yesteryear, although it resulted in their annihilation, left the Hall of the Reaper with heavy casualties."
"The survivors we could find are none other than myself, Leopard Thunder, and Wang Zheng!"
At these words, Wang Zheng and Leopard Thunder's eyes turned bloodshot, they gnashed their teeth, flames of intense hatred burning in their gaze!