Just as the special forces of the Evil God Council were surrounding the graveyard, a group of black-robed men and women were also heading towards it.
Each of them looked different, black, white, yellow, but surprisingly consistent was that everyone wore black robes and had various nails on their faces.
It looked like some kind of painful form of cultivation.
"The other side knows witchcraft, requesting support!"
"Requesting support!"
Calls for help continuously came through the earpiece of the special forces, prompting the group to quicken their pace.
"Mr. Kuer actually deployed all of us; it seems this mission is very important."
"I heard it's something personally requested by the Third Speaker, failure is absolutely not an option. You should all know, the Third Speaker's time is running out, he desperately needs a chance to live longer."
