The White-Robed Scholar was a man entirely without mercy. We were ruthless too, but compared to him, he fought like someone devoid of emotion altogether. Honestly, the Four Villains alone could've massacred them, but once the White-Robed Scholar joined in, corpses of the Black-Clad Ones began piling up one by one.

It felt like watching a go board with red stones laid across it.

As soon as we joined forces, the White-Robed Scholar and I slaughtered all the Black-Clad Ones and even the surviving ghosts before taking a moment to rest.

Under the suddenly brilliant moonlight, our expressions were perfectly visible.

After checking the condition of the Four Villains, I asked the White-Robed Scholar,

“If your faction, along with the Baekdo, Haomun, and even the Beggars’ Sect were to unite at full strength, could we destroy the Demonic Cult?”

The White-Robed Scholar folded his arms and looked down at me as I sat on a corpse.