Back at the Forty-Ninth Heaven, the Goyoan Temple had been reduced to rubble.

Jamesʼ hair swayed lightly as nine beautiful swords circled him. He was also surrounded by a dense layer of Anonymous Gas.

Then, James flipped his palms over. In a flash, the nine swords around him shot up and merged above him. Eventually, a gigantic sword of black and white patterns glowing with a purplish-gold light was formed.

The sword hovered above James and rotated slowly. It emanated a subtle glow that gave off an indomitable aura.

James adjusted the flow of the Anonymous Gas in his body and opened his mouth. “Why hide yourself when youʼve gone through the trouble of coming here?”

After James said that, a ball of purplish-gold light came flying from afar and stopped somewhere in the distance.

It transformed into a man looking exactly like James but had purplish-gold eyes and red hair.

Unlike the real James, this man had an unsettling, evil aura. He radiated a terrifying amount of Waltraud