Their previous actions indeed seemed overly cautious and slow.
Hong Qitian cursed a few times and appeared unwilling to waste any more words.
"Listen up, those you killed before were just the trash thrown by the Life Ghosts, mere expendables even they despised, not worth boasting about!"
Hong Qitian paused, his voice suddenly rising:
"The real battle is about to begin."
As he stood abruptly, he uttered each word with force, his voice shaking the roof tiles:
"This battle, we only allow victory! No defeat! Do you have the confidence to raze the Life Ghosts' den?!"
"Yes—"
Everyone shouted in a low voice.
Upon seeing Old Man Hong.
They felt reassured.
Deep in the Arctic, at the Skeleton King Court.
On the circular stone steps leading to the underground Abyss, the figure of Black Marquis was swiftly descending.
Soon, it reached once again the platform suspended above the boundless darkness.
Without the slightest hesitation, Black Marquis crawled down at the fastest speed.
