Cyrus looked back at his empty Sect, tumultuous waves rolling through his heart. The Sect didn't just appear empty on the outside, but inside as well. It wasn't just the main Sect, either. All Branch Sects were just as barren.
He had asked all the disciples and Elders to take everything of value with them in case Aelina decided to swoop by and loot them while they were away.
It wouldn't be wrong to say that his Sects were now abandoned wastelands with hardly a Spirit Stone to their name.
Most of the essential items were stored in his Storage, while everything else was with his Elders and Disciples. They also killed all the slaves they kept, not wanting to leave anything behind.
This was a very risky play, but he knew he didn't stand a chance if he didn't put everything on the line to win.
'What's done is done.' Cyrus thought, his gaze hardening, 'As long as we win, nothing else matters.'
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"AHHHH!"
"RUN!!"
