Afterward, as the dignitary from the Black Demon Palace departed with a critically injured Luo Zun, the dark clouds looming over the Tiger Leopard Hall headquarters finally dispersed.
From another perspective, however, one could say the clouds hanging over their heads had only grown denser, threatening to collapse upon them. After all, under these circumstances, everyone knew that the day's events were more than enough to spell utter disaster for this behemoth that had once dominated the Dark World of the Three Provinces of Lingnan, ensuring its complete destruction.
Thus, under the cold, indifferent gazes of Ming Daochuan and the others, the men from the Tiger Leopard Hall headquarters fled like dogs who had lost their homes, disheveled and trembling with terror. They had barely left the troubled grounds when they were suddenly intercepted by a group of soldiers from a special forces unit, each wielding a gun and exuding a chilling demeanor.
