The small courtyard was very quiet.
The deaths of several guards and a steward did not cause any commotion.
Julius Reed drew his sword, engraved a line on the wall.
Then, with his sword in hand, he left.
Walking along the path of the Caldwell Family, he took out his phone and made a call.
"It can begin."
After a simple sentence.
Julius Reed sheathed his sword, returned to the Gray Wolf Pavilion, and prepared to rest.
At the same time!
Demarco Mount!
Although the sky was equally dark, it was brightly lit!
All the Sealing Dragon Platforms across the mountain were illuminated!
The blaze soared into the sky!
Demarco Mount was sharpening its swords and preparing for battle.
Preparing to engage in an authentic battle with Kunlun Mountain!
Sixty percent of the martial artists in the world came here, supporting Cold Nelson.
They firmly believed that a centipede, even dead, does not fall apart!
