"What is going on?" a handsome man in his mid-thirties asked, frowning deeply.
"Young Master, the rebels are fighting once again," an old man replied, bowing his head.
"How is that possible? Have we not conquered the rebels?" the Young Master shouted. "The last time I checked, there were only a few rats left in the city."
Since the evil sect took over Guanyun City, they had slain all the powerful clans that refused to submit to their rule.
Some who even wished to submit were slain simply to be saved. With that done, the city had fallen under their control.
The human sacrifices had continued as planned, and in the next few weeks the plan would be complete. The Northern Region would be transformed into the Netherworld.
But now…
"Tell me what is going on now, or I will have your head hung at the city entrance." He spoke in a deadly, cold voice.
"Ah! Young Master." The old man shivered, his face slick with a bead of sweat.
