Hao Kong said nothing else and vanished along with the Ghostfaces. They reappeared several hundred meters away, standing on part of a cliff that jutted out. They were plainly settling in to observe rather than leave.0

Another group of people in black appeared a while later. They wore cloaks and chose another precipice to observe the battle. Sun Yifei flicked a glance at the group—the Celestial delegation. Red Moon liked ghost face masks. Although he was part of the organization, he didn’t wear one and no one forced him to. Celestials liked black outfits and cloaks. Their style of operation was even more peculiar than Red Moon.0

When it came to Yama, not many of their people covered their faces, but they were wreathed with dense killing intent. They were probably the most bloodthirsty out of the three great organizations and killed in a very gory manner.0

A group of rather ominous people also claimed a spot as Sun Yifei ruminated. Theirs didn’t jut out far enough, so they blasted away at the stone wall and had earth supernaturals create an observation platform for themselves.0

The delegations...0