Blood spread across every inch of ground in the Hallowmere Order until the whole place ran red. Screams echoed over the entire mountain peak. Then, all at once, a terrifying aura burst up from the deepest part of the Hallowmere Order and shot into the sky.
It was stronger than anyone who had appeared before, True Immortal Realm Level Two!
A streak of golden light flew out from the depths of the order and landed in front of Jared. It was a white-haired elder with a stern face, and the pressure rolling off him was enough to weigh on the air itself.
He wore a golden robe, a jade crown sat on his head, and a golden longsword rested in his hand. He was the Order Master of the Hallowmere Order, Cillian Vale. He looked over the corpses covering the ground, his face turning dark, his eyes burning hot.
"You arrogant bastard! You dare slaughter disciples of my Hallowmere Order? You're dead!" He barked out a furious shout.
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