Inside Saint City, within the deepest recess of the glorious White Tower, there was a huge lake of blood, formed from the deaths of countless people. It exuded a strange and mysterious aura.
The 4 Saint Kings were currently kneeling in front of the blood lake in reverence.
Saint King Weylan was kowtowing profusely, "Oh Great Saint Emperor, the human with the God and Devil Imprint has reappeared. He had gained a tremendous might from some strange world that is able to deal with our clan. We hope that your esteemed self can come out of your retreat to help us deal with that damn human."
Inside the blood lake, there was the final trump card of the Saint Clan, the only surviving member of the Type 6 Divine Warriors that had taken part in the previous Sacred War.
A Type 6 expert was a truly invincible existence, just one of them could easily annihilate a 10,000-strong army, turning the tides of the battle instantly.
