Elites of Four Lands

"Jeje…."

As the focus on Fang Xing and Hahn Longzi's battle began to die down and everyone started to quietly discuss the opportunity about to appear, a terrifying and bizarre laugh came from the western skies.

From the top of the mountain far away was a blood-red cloud, and within it was a hundred or so imps carrying a large palanquin. All the imps carrying the palanquin wore red and green with a thick layer of white powder caked over their faces, as though they were taking part in a wedding. Eight of these imps carried the giant altar-sized black palanquin while a dozen or so others beat various drums, played instruments, and danced with light footsteps at the front. Behind this procession were ten or so disciples clad in white-hemp robes as though at a funeral, who floated forward without setting a foot on the ground.