"Just how formidable are those elders?"
When Mo Rui mentioned those individuals, his body and mind were gripped by fear, and his hands began to tremble. Previously, he had discovered the secret behind their recruitment tactics and tried to quietly defect from the Evil Spirit Sect, only to be surrounded and beaten until his hand was mangled. Now that one of his hands was crippled, he was unable to perform spells, and his power had diminished significantly. Even so, those people were still hunting him, desperate to kill him. If he hadn't snuck into the Capital to hide—reasoning that the most dangerous place is the safest place—he would likely be dead and buried by now.
The ruthlessness of an evil spirit master is equal to that of a cold-blooded executioner.
Chapter 139