Chapter 1945 They Finally Came (2/2)

A boy, who looked merely eleven or twelve years old, stood on the helm of a flying aircraft with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing a mocking smile on his face. There was an air of power around him, despite his young age.

He was the Holy Son of the Black Inferno Sect.

”Austin, I won't be satisfied with the treasures you have. I want your body itself. Your physical strength is beyond comparison, and it would be a perfect resource for us to make you an intelligent corpse.

I will refine you into a walking corpse and you will become a loyal servant of mine.

It has been so many years, and now, I finally have a body that I really like,”

a stiff, pale young man in a black chariot far in the distance mumbled.

This was the Holy Son of the N

artial artists of the East Mainland regarded the ancient sects, the four schools, and the other sects which were coming here from the Middle Pilgrim Land as superior forces.

Now, with so many powerful cultivators from these sects coming to the East Mainland, everyone was intrigued.

At the same time, Austin, the Flame Holy Land, and the resurrected Elder Sharp once again became the focus of all the warriors of the East Mainland.

Everyone in the East Mainland was intrigued. What was going on? How would they deal with it? Who would win?

At the same time, in the headquarters of the Flame Holy Land, inside a remote and secret cultivation room atop a small mountain.

”Wow, I've managed to finally build a new Spiritual Pot!”

Austin heaved a long sigh of relief.

In front of him floated a tripod, cast by spiritual sense and omnipotent gas. It was spacious, steady, melodious, and oozing an aura of infinity

To his surprise, this newly-cast weapon was about five meters high and its diameter was easily about three meters.

This was no longer a simple spiritual pot.

”I think, from now on, I will call you the Supreme Spiritual Pot,”

Austin murmured, fixing his eyes on the tripod in front of him.

He could feel and tell that this Supreme Spiritual Pot he had created was much more powerful than the previous one.

Just at that moment, his face suddenly changed, and his eyes grew cold.

”They are finally here,”

he remarked slowly, putting away the Supreme Spiritual Pot. Then, he moved and left the secret cultivation room at lightning fast speed.

The next instant, an overwhelming group of people began rushing towards outer boundaries of the headquarters of the Flame Holy Land. The sky and the earth started to roar.