Bab 2449: Mission 129

The black-robed man snorted.

He appeared to concur with the statement.

"Who do you think sorcerers are? Once we've refined them, let alone sorcerers, anything can make them perish." The black-robed man emphasized.

"Of course."

"Now that you're aware, what's your plan? I need a total of 20,000 people. How many do we have now?" The black-robed man expressed clear frustration.

"I've done my best to entice individuals from both large and small clans. Currently, there are no more to be found. I'll check if any clans from farther away have arrived. Do we truly need the blood and bones of 20,000 people? If we can't gather that many…"

"Of course, we need 20,000 people. Otherwise, how can we obtain enough essence energy?" The black-robed man's tone and demeanor were far from pleasant.