Pruitt Wilde's punch left the emperors on Thousand-clouds Mountain astonished!
What's going on?
Internal conflict?
Darin, who originally felt despair, thinking he was destined to die today,
now saw hope!
As long as there's internal conflict, there's a chance for him!
The Guilt Emperor was even more ecstatic!
He was severely injured, and it would take thirty to fifty years to recover.
If he could leave today, it would certainly be by the grace of the gods.
"Pruitt Wilde! What are you doing!" Pranay Martinez knelt on one knee, his face dark as he said, "Don't tell me you've been bought off too."
He regained control of his body, but had lost most of his blood.
No matter how severe the blow, it wouldn't make him spit blood.
Despite all his calculations, he hadn't foreseen Pruitt Wilde backstabbing him, and Pranay Martinez couldn't understand it.
Nor could he accept it!
