In the secret realm, Number 442 turned to Gin Shi, eyes wide.
"Sir… is it true? You trapped her in a Mid-Tier Grade-6 Thousand Blade Intent Attack Formation?"
Gin Shi nodded calmly.
"Yes."
"Congratulations, Sir, on reaching the realm of Formation King," Number 442 said, bowing his head respectfully.
Gin Shi chuckled darkly.
"Hahaha… All by the grace of my Lord. For him, I'd do anything."
"As would I, sir. But what now? Our disciples are all dead… how will we rebuild?"
Gin Shi's smile deepened.
"Have you forgotten who my Lord is?"
"Ah… right. He was... The Demon God of Resurrection."
"Exactly," Gin Shi said, his voice low and sinister.
"We only need to offer sacrifices… Since it's been less than a day since their deaths, a hundred thousand mortals will be enough."
"We won't dirty our hands ourselves. Release the Demonic Beasts hidden beneath the ground of the Mishou Village. Let them ravage every village, town, and city they come across."
"Yes, Sir!"
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