"Devlin!"
Suddenly.
A voice exploded like rolling Heavenly Thunder!
"Who!"
The coalition leaders looked up to the sky, but at just past five in the morning, the sky was still dark, and they couldn't see anything.
Yet the voice was unmistakable.
"You have ten minutes to leave this area! After ten minutes, within the range of my sword, corpses will pile into mountains!"
"Ah, so it's the Saint Master!" Devlin laughed loudly, "I've heard you've recently been so lost in Gabriel Young's embrace that you forgot yourself? Have you forgotten Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has already established a new Saint Master? Have you forgotten your maid poisoned you? Have you forgotten that I, Devlin, am still alive!"
As he said this, Devlin gritted his teeth!
Hatred!
Centuries of hatred erupted without restraint!
He had endlessly searched for ways to kill the Saint Master, yet he had failed time and again!
If he couldn't kill him—then he would destroy him!
Destroy him completely!
