At the same time, in a wide mountain cave, stone fragments slowly drifted down, and on a blue robe, Xiluo's face bore a few traces of coldness. Looking at the people bowing down beside him, he said in a low voice, "Even if I, the Lord, do not mention it, you all know how important the task of watching over the Human Sacrifice Tower is, right?"
"Rest assured, Lord Xiluo, we are determined to die ten thousand deaths without regret!"
The unified response from the crowd entered Xiluo's ears, and a sinister smile crept onto his cold face. Die ten thousand deaths without regret? Xiluo didn't need that; for him, dying once was more than enough!
Yesterday, White Sky Venerable summoned him to discuss matters and told Xiluo that for the sake of secrecy, none of the people who followed him could be left alive afterwards!
