888 Losing Everything

The silver-haired youth felt a bit relieved. The number of members in his Dark Shaman clan was not as many as they were in their glorious past, but there were still hundreds of them, most skilled in dark witchcraft. Even ordinary special forces' soldiers posed no threat to them.

For the sake of safety, however, the silver-haired youth still made a phone again and this time, his call was on hold for a while before it got picked up.

"Can we have more discussion about this issue, Monsieur?"

"Do you think it's still necessary for us to talk?" asked Tang Xiu with a chuckle. "20-plus of my men, all of which are cultivators, have arrived in Thailand now, and they should appear in the land of your Dark Shaman clan within several hours. You can expect the land of your clan to be littered with corpses and rivers of blood hours later. Ah, right. There's something I gotta tell you, though. Take a look below if you're inside the Northern Gold Edifice."