With the Dark Parliament’s puppet in the lead, the group of pursuers was forced to come to a sudden stop. A group of cultivators wearing straw coats stood in front of them. The atmosphere was tense and incendiary.

From the puppet’s mouth, Sage’s voice sounded out, “Giant Spirit Clan!”

The Old Patriarch had a calm expression. “I never imagined that after not appearing in the world for so many years, there would actually be people who still recognize us. What an honor it is.”

The black wolf roared, “Don’t waste your time with them. These people are undying loyalists of the Dragon City Master; it is impossible to persuade them!”

The Old Patriarch’s eyes were cold. “You are the traitor who betrayed master long ago. Since we’ve met here today, I’ll cut you down and present your head to him as a gift.”

The black wolf’s figure flashed and he appeared in his true form. “Then we’ll have to see who dies here!”

“Attack!”

The puppet shouted out loud.

It was highly likely that the Dragon City Master was searching for his sundered body. Every second they were delayed...