However, the elder of the Warriors Alliance was taken aback when he saw the armor encasing Zion. He never thought that their president was a Demonic Cultivator. Even from afar, he could sense the negative energy of the armor.
The elder’s eyes widened as he gasped. Then, he turned and ran off.
Although Zion was the president of the alliance, he was also a Demonic Cultivator, and the elder had no intention of submitting to Demonic Cultivation.
“Hmph!” Zion scoffed before slamming his palm in the direction of the escaping elder.
A dark cloud shot out from Zion’s palm and pierced through the elder’s back.
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