Chapter 457: The Rich Returns on Investment, Preparations Before the Descent (8K)_2
Standing three hundred meters tall, Jack Clark slightly lowered his head to look at Kavadola, who was only as tall as his thigh, and spoke in a deep voice, resonant as thunder, "There are still some fish that slipped through the net. Go assist Sister Ilisa at the rear and prevent them from escaping into the pathway."
Still some fish that slipped through the net...
Kavadola paused, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes, "Damn it, if I find them, I'll crush them into meat paste."
Not daring to delay, Kavadola turned into a streak of purple radiance that crossed the sky; meanwhile, Jack Clark turned to look at a sand dune over two hundred kilometers away.
More than ten Death Priests lurking there sweated profusely, their bodies becoming translucent and transparent as they exerted full strength to blend in with their surroundings, daring not to move a muscle.