"Where did this attack come from?"
The players from the Pure Lands guild frantically looked around, but there wasn't a soul in sight.
"Hey stupid! Where are you looking? Your daddy is over here!" A mocking voice drifted from the sky.
Amitabha stared in the direction that the voice came from, seeing two figures standing on a wall. One was a Dark Shaman dressed in green robes, while the other was a Pugilist.
"Who are you guys?" Amitabha stammered.
"I am your grandfather!" The Dark Shaman coldly laughed, point his staff at them as six demons materialised out of this air, madly dashing towards the players caught by [Distortion].
"F*ck off Spring Dog! Do you believe I'll throw you off..." Vainglory angrily shouted.
"Stop making a fuss. We have to settle this quickly, their reinforcements will be arriving soon." Spring Halo calmly replied.
