His voice thundered with force, laced with the authority of a being who did not fear even a real god.
"And if you seek to conquer this world, then you'll first have to go through me."
That name struck something in Venthros. His smile froze for the first time.
"Quinlan… Elysiar?"
He blinked once. Then twice. Recognition flickered through his inhuman eyes.
"You're the one who mocked the entire Necromancer Class… who usurped death's dominion and made the Soul Records rewrite themselves in shame... You're that anomaly that shook even the Supreme Ones…"
The god's smile returned, but it was tighter, colder.
"Well, now you definitely can't be allowed to leave."
He snapped his fingers.
The corrupted disciples surged forward.
And the battle for Zhenwu began.
*BOOM!*
Just as the corrupted disciples shot forward, a low chant echoed from the rear flank.
Monks in ochre and brown rushed in from behind, the disciples of Sovereign Rongtai, silent as earth, resolute as mountains.
