"Here we are."
The captain of the God-hunting squad spoke with a steady voice, revealing not a trace of emotion, clad in heavy armor,
On the armor, dark golden mystical patterns slowly flowed like living creatures.
This armor was personally forged by the Speaker, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from an ordinary Great Power.
At this moment, on the long street behind the God-hunting captain, a crowd gathered. It wasn't just the squad members with their solid auras and bright armor,
but also numerous onlookers who came upon hearing the news, gathered in groups of threes and fives, with whispering voices rising and falling.
Only those with truly profound backgrounds on Tongtian Street would be genuinely apprehensive of the God-hunting squad's presence,
while those with ordinary status were less afraid, after all, they hadn't done as many shameful deeds.
It's not that those of higher position are more inclined to wrongdoing,
