No one expected those words could draw out the Olympus Tribe members.

It was only that they really came out.

Three people appeared on top of the bloody halos.

Many people present knew one of them. Moreover, they had just met him. It was the Divine Monarch expert of the Olympus Tribe—Juergen.

Behind him were two people in black clothes, black robes, and black hoods.

Their faces couldn’t even be seen.

It was pitch-black inside the hoods as if a mass of black light was blocking all the faces.