"Heaven-Reaching Old Man, how does it feel to kill your own disciples with your own hands?"
Zhan Bai grinned, his sharp teeth making him appear mad, with a ferocious visage.
Zhan Bai's objective was simple: incite betrayal among the disciples of the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion, leading them to slaughter one another. The only way to stop them was to kill all these disciples of the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion.
Once the Dark Mark is etched, it is irreversible, and they become eternal slaves of the Dark Saint Venerable. This was Zhan Bai's method.
At this moment, Wang Xu could vaguely sense the life force within the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion continuously vanishing.
As the distant scent of blood drifted over, Wang Xu already caught a whiff of the metallic tang of blood.
War had begun!
"Dark Holy Banquet, assemble!"
Zhan Bai's voice thundered through the sky, echoing throughout the entire Heaven-Reaching Sacred Cosmos.
Swoosh!
