“Even another sect leader couldn’t kill the Blood Cult’s ancestor in a one-on-one fight. Did he just barge into the Immortal-slaying Sword Formation?”

Someone said, “It wasn’t him. It was Alex Rockefeller...”

Someone immediately recounted the event.

In that instant, everyone fell silent.

This incident was too bizarre and beyond their perception. More petty people would still be powerless, the infallible truth to deity-tier powerhouses, but they had united and killed a sect leader, and that made no sense.

“The problem is Alex Rockefeller.”

“Never mind. There is a great shortcoming with his fighting style. We don’t have to be afraid of their concentrated attack as long as we are fast.”

The crowd also had the same idea. They even ignored the warning issued by Alex and continued doing their deeds. Currently, breaking Pompeii’s force field was their most pressing issue.

Someone said, “What I’m most worried about is that the Blood Cult’s ancestor has deep connections to the Witch Cul