When Shen Wushuang and the eight Saints and Emperors returned to the Dark Palace battlefield, the sinister wind stirred up by the disappearance of the two Saint avatars including Fan Yin finally surged, sweeping across everyone.
"What?"
"There was already someone inside the Divine Ruins?"
"The disappearance of Fan Yin's two Saint avatars was this person's doing?"
"Damn it, he actually dares to scheme against us Saints!"
"He's tired of living!"
...
At this moment, even though the Dao Ancestor's Holy Heart was still radiating thick temptation within the Dark Palace, for the Saints and Emperors on both sides, erasing the existence secretly plotting against them was the top priority.
There was no need for Shen Wushuang to say anything. In just half a stick of incense, both sides had made their decision.
"We'll kill this person first, then talk!"
"Perfect, we can also drag out that so‑called heir of the Evil Emperor and vent the anger of our friend from Immeasurable Pavilion!"
