"We've come such a long way, Chief Pantheon can't let us leave disappointed, right?" Fang Zhou said lightly.
"Ten million..."
Some Demon Bandits with weaker resolve fainted outright upon hearing that number.
Pantheon nearly spat out a mouthful of blood in rage.
He considered himself a master in the art of thick-skinned ruthlessness, but didn't expect to encounter someone even more shameless than himself here.
Ten million Magic Stones!
This was roughly the amount Pantheon had looted over all these years with his followers.
Now Fang Zhou, with a simple sentence, wanted to strip him of everything he had. How could Pantheon stand for this?
Before Pantheon could explode in fury, a lieutenant beside him sprang forward with a Greatsword, shouting, "Boss, these Storm Secret Cult bastards are asking for trouble.
Our brothers didn't die in vain. No need to waste words with them, let's just take them down together."
