"What on earth is going on?!"
"What's happening, wasn't it supposed to be ten days later?"
"Ha, trying this on me? Damn You Sui bastards, are they seriously playing strategy now?"
Not only Ji Jue was caught off guard, but everyone involved in the plan was utterly confused and flustered.
At this moment, on the barren island where they had agreed to meet, chaos still reigned outside as all parties continued to hastily assemble and prepare their subordinates and attendants.
Crucial information kept coming down, bringing with it a barrage of questions.
Xiu Feng's Calamity Lord, Blood Eye's Ten Thousand Captains.
Including Du Luojia, who had been sitting here meditating all along, even the Tyrant in the dark rift, shrouded in black mist.
When everyone exchanged glances, amidst the shock and anger, a moment of realization flashed in their eyes.
Finally, as their gazes fell upon the oil paint mask, a chill emerged.
"Did you plan this from the beginning?" Du Luojia questioned.
