"Temple God Resonance..."
"Temple Control Bureau, Qintian Observatory, even King of Quelling Chaos Ji Molie has sent children... there's no reason my Corpse God Cult cannot send children."
Yuan Jingang chuckled softly.
But quickly, his laughter turned grim.
The Corpse God Cult's arrangement in Golden Light Prefecture had been completely uprooted.
So many chess pieces, all erased.
It was as if a skilled chess player had made a move, presenting a checkmate situation, sweeping them all away cleanly.
How painful it was.
Yuan Jingang's eyes twisted, the Corps God Cult's years of arrangements had crumbled overnight.
How could he be content with this?
"Underworld..."
"Ox Demon and Horse Face! And Divine Monkey!"
"Corpse God Cult holds no grudge against you..."
"This hatred, I, Yuan Jingang, will never forget!"
"My Corpse God Cult... with countless followers, how many can your Underworld kill?"
Under his mask, a fierce killing intent surged tumultuously.