The people from Rakshasa Temple were anxious.

How could they not be anxious?

That was the true treasure of Rakshasa Temple—a supreme weapon.

Back then, this supreme weapon had locked the power of laws, allowing Rakshasa Temple to operate normally after the end of ancient times and the disappearance of the laws... But now, the problem would be severe once the Martello Celio disappeared.

“It’s you!”

“Brat, you took the supreme weapon of our sect, the Martello Celio, didn’t you?”

“Hand it over right now if you have any tact left in you!”

The people from Rakshasa Temple targeted Alex and roared, looking infuriated and overwrought.

Alex sneered, “What’s wrong? You are asking me for the iron hammer after it is gone? Am I your daddy? In that case, all of you kneel and call me ‘sir’ one hundred times. Perhaps I will help you find it inside the spell formation if I’m in a good mood. What do you think?”

“Bullsh*t!” Mateo's face flushed with anxiety, having lost the hammer in his hand. I