A single word ignited the dormant battle intent.
Wei Banmeng's eyes no longer hesitated, and he immediately sat cross-legged to adjust his breath.
Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan, as if injected with a stimulant, raced against time to recover their state.
Fang Qingyu leaned against the cold stone pillar, staring at that Dark Source Material and the unusually conspicuous red titles around...
Three directions, twelve people.
Both Martial Artists and Divine Cultists were present, suggesting they weren't from the same faction.
Moreover, there weren't any Martial Arts Grandmasters or Divine Chosen among them.
This didn't put any pressure on him and Jiang Wei; naturally, they couldn't abandon this Dark Source Material.
Moreover, although he had only verbally expressed his gratitude to Yan Shouzheng back in the courtyard, the man did save his life, and that debt needed to be repaid...
But as they waited.
