“What do we do now?”
A Quasi-Emperor spoke, his voice shivering.
All who reached the Quasi-Emperor Rank were prodigies who possessed formidable mental fortitude. Yet, fear gripped the heart of this Quasi-Emperor.
Everyone looked at the Martial Reverend, Thea, and James.
“Hee hee hee…”
A peal of strange laughter boomed. Then, an elderly man in a black robe flew out of the main hall. Behind him were twelve masked powerful figures in black robes.
Upon seeing the elderly man, Thea’s eyes widened.
“It’s him!”
Sensing the opponent’s aura, she cried out, “He was the one who controlled me. He’s the Chancellor of the Sanctuary of Darkness and the mastermind behind the scenes.”
James glanced at the elderly man in the black robe.
“Thea Callahan, I never expected you to remove the curse inside your body. Who was the one who helped you?” the Chancellor questioned.
To him, the cultivators before him were insignificant. The only individual he was concerned about was the one who removed the curse. As he was not confident he could stand against the individual, he requested help from the headquarters, which sent the Twelve Furies.
“It was me.”
James stepped forward.
The Chancellor glanced at James. Sensing his cultivation base, he could not help but exclaim, “You?”
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