After his three subordinates withdrew, this courtyard was left with that violet-haired black-robed male sitting by himself. He was gently caressing the hair of the mutated beast in his embrace. This mutated beast was enjoying with its eyes closed.
"They must be panicking. The more they panic, the better it'll be." The violet-haired black-robed male muttered, "Either die amidst the panic or become a member of the Ancient Sacred Religion. It is your fortune to be qualified in becoming a follower of the magnificent Sacred Master."
He did not put the Golden Wing Nation King in his eyes.
Currently, the strength their side had was utterly beyond that of the Golden Wing Nation King. If they wanted to devour the entire Golden Wing Nation, there would not be a single person alive now! But they did not do so for the sake of devouring. Instead, they were doing so to recruit more members into the Ancient Sacred Religion.
"Hu."
