As the Grand Warlock fell from the skies, it wasn’t just Yale who regained his sense of self. The chairmen of the other two major trading unions of the Yulan continent, the Snow Island Syndicate and the Gere Group, regained their senses of self as well. They all knew what disastrous things they had been doing in the past six years.
“The Grand Warlock is dead! Haha, he finally died!”
Within a desolate area, two silver-robed figures were laughing wildly.
“How many years has it been? We have finally been freed of that devil’s control.” The two silver-robed men simultaneously ripped away the silver robes from their body, which shattered into countless pieces of cloth. “I feel disgusted just looking at these silver robes.” The two men changed their clothes.
They were so excited that their bodies were trembling slightly.
Of the two silver-robed figures, one was a human, while the other was a panther-man.