Chen Lun halted his steps.
He stood in the rain, looking up at the Histories Readers Squad that had chased him from the Spirit World, descending from mid-air.
They were a group of eight men and women.
All clad in bright yellow robes, cold faces hanging beneath their hoods.
"Transcendent criminal Qiaoke! You plotted an attack on the History and Ritual Association, challenging the authority of the Righteous God Church, a crime that merits death! If you surrender now, you may yet live, but if you dare resist, we will be forced to kill you on the spot!"
Luo Noli pulled down his hood, showing a sturdy man with yellow hair. He spoke seriously and sternly.
Simultaneously, Luo Noli also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The other side had finally stopped running…