Master Zeller stared at the devastating scene before him; the once prosperous and powerful Pavilion Billow Cloud had fallen just like that. “Do you think we should go to the Nine Armies and take a look at the situation? I want to go, what if there are some survivors?” he sighed aloud.
At this point, Master Zeller ran out of ideas; he simply did not know what to do anymore. He was one of the important figures of the Anti-Alliance Guard, but he was helpless this time.
Master Yarbrough’s eyebrows snapped together, then he slapped his thighs and announced, his voice determined, “Let’s go! We must go and have a look! If there are survivors, we must rescue them! Perhaps some of them were not killed, who knows?”
Master Zeller bobbed his head in agreement. Master Yarbrough’s point of view was reasonable and logical. Although the Pavilion Billow Cloud had become nothing, the spirit of unity and saving the others shall not die. Hence, they should at least go and take a look at the situation.
After the two made the decision, they traveled together toward the Nine Armies. They were mentally prepared for what they were going to see in the Nine Armies.
They had even formed an image of the current Nine Armies in their heads—the bloody scene of corpses, shattered fleshes, and so on. Perhaps, they would find Fane’s body as well.
The imagination was what neither of them would like to happen. After they entered the gates of the Nine Armies, both of them almost had their jaws drop to the ground. Although there were traces of battle left behind, they could still see crowds moving around within the Nine Armies wall.
They looked like they were happy and in good spirits as if they were full of hope and confidence about the future. Master Yarbrough frowned and hurriedly stopped a disciple of the Nine Armies for questioning.
After asking a series of questions, they learned that the place had changed its name; it was no longer the Nine Armies but the Nine Gods Clan, and their clan master was none other than Fane—whom they had been worried about all this time.
Master Yarbrough pulled over a short-bearded disciple and asked with a surprised expression, “Did the Alliance Guard not send anyone to attack here? Or did they not find the right place?”
The tragic situation that none had survived in the Pavilion Billow Cloud left a deep impression on Master Zeller and Master Yarbrough but the Nine Gods Clan was safe and peaceful to the point that they started to doubt what they witnessed at the Pavilion Billow Cloud.
“I’m telling the truth! Otherwise, how could we be standing and walking around here alive?”
Master Yarbrough furrowed. “As far as I know, the people who came to attack your Nine Gods Clan have two experts of the third-grade soul-penetrating level! There are also three strong ones of the first-grade soul-penetrating level! They sent so many strong fighters! How did you all manage to survive and even win the battle!”
The situation was beyond common apprehension. The Nine Gods Clan was the Nine Armies, and the two masters knew the strength of the Nine Armies very well. There was no way there could be so many strong fighters among them to fight against the Alliance Guard.
Even the superbly gifted Fane was only at the ultimate god realm. Ultimate god realm was nothing in the eyes of those soul-penetrating level powerhouses!
After noticing that Master Yarbrough’s expression turned confused, the disciple straightened his back and answered them with pride on his face, “Those b*tches from the Alliance Guard are indeed very strong, but our master is not weak either!”
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