After a fierce, all-night battle,
the various squads of the Demon Hunting Bureau had finally reached the summit.
The team members were all in a wretched state.
Every one of them was injured to some degree.
Chu Zhengxiong appeared at the altar, brandishing a large saber.
The sky was filled with a sea of blood-red clouds, still churning ceaselessly.
Atop the altar, the red-robed priest ignored the Demon Hunting Squads and continued his incessant dance.
With every wave of his hands,
the blood clouds in the sky churned even more violently.
The thick stench of blood saturated the air.
It was nauseating...
Chu Zhengxiong's face was dark as he stared coldly at the High Priest on the altar.
After a long moment, he finally grit his teeth and said, "Damn it, you're at death's door and still putting on a show? I'll fucking cut you down!"
With a furious roar, Chu Zhengxiong gripped his giant blade.
He swung it straight at the High Priest.
BOOM—
