Luther and Grace looked at each other, and then both of them pulled back the aura they had been using to hide themselves and hurried after him, flying toward the summit of Sacred Mountain.
Ghostly energy spread from Luther again, black as night. Against Jared's golden celestial radiance, the contrast was sharp and striking.
Grace held a long green sword in her hand. A faint celestial glow ran along the blade, and she stayed on guard, ready for anything that might suddenly happen.
"Who goes there?!" The Celestial Palace soldiers around the altar spotted them at once. A junior captain of the Celestial Palace at the front barked out the shout, his voice packed with killing intent and caution.
More than a thousand Celestial Palace soldiers turned their heads together. Countless cold eyes swept over at once, like a forest of icy blades aimed straight at Jared and the other two.
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