The Price Of Becoming Strong!

Setting aside the matter about a certain Cardinal who continued to wait impatiently for the Sentinel, Holy Child, Elders, Grands and Heavenly Generals of his cult.

Duan Tianhe had just finished a video call with Deputy Zhou back in his office at the Lingzhou City Martial Arts Department (MAD), which lasted one hour and twenty-eight minutes.

Hanging up, Duan Tianhe breathed forced laughter as he rubbed his temples.

Truly…

Such a kick in the head!

Right now, all he could do as the chief of the Lingzhou City MAD was logistics or relaying information and intelligence… there was no helping it since he was too weak.

How long had it only been?

A month?

But how many Sky Demon Cultists had been killed within his jurisdiction in that time?

Leaving aside those beneath rank-nine, there were 11 Heavenly Generals killed—12, including the one at Mount Helan who was killed by panthers.

And ten Decans who outranked them were killed too!