The runes along the edge of the Mystic Turtle Array Map abruptly erupted with blinding Blood Qi, and three ghastly white demon beast skulls emerged from the churning miasma at the bottom of the cliff.
The blue bricks beneath Moore the Cultivator's knees were already webbed with cracks. His fingers, gripping the array flag, dug deeply into his palm—
The flag bearing the oversized "Henderson" character was rapidly turning into pitch-black ashes under the corrosion of the miasma. Just as the ghost-faced jade pendants at the waist of Young Master Henderson collectively aligned toward the array's gap, a thunderous shout exploded from within the crowd:
"How much longer are you going to keep hiding things?!"
The voice's owner was a Daoist cloaked in Mystic Scale Armor, his left eye inset with an obsidian Vengeance Goggles lens. As he turned to scan the crowd, a blood-red gleam from the lens slashed like a blade across each face.
