A thousand miles outside the Apocalypse Temple, Sky Cliff.
The middle-aged man in a black and gold robe remained standing at the edge of the cloud cliff, eyes closed, his brow slightly furrowed.
"You say, it failed?" His majestic voice, as stable as a mountain, showed no emotion but caused the edge of the cliff to crumble with small stones tumbling down.
Jinyang Tian stood not far behind, his Platinum Eagle Helmet slightly lowered, nodding silently.
"Swish—"
On the other side, an ink-colored vortex abruptly tore the space, and an elderly man with a hunched back and white hair stepped out.
A hoarse deep voice came from beneath the Grey Sparrow mask, "Your Majesty, is this what you call foolproof?!"
Business ignored the old man, staying silent for a long time before closing his eyes and coldly saying, "Give me a reason."
"The mysterious person who replaced Lord Yeli Dong is an Abyss Saint, wearing a Black Spade mask, with an unknown identity or name."
