"I didn't expect to have Contribution Points delivered to my doorstep this late at night."
As he spoke, Jack Clark slowly got up, took out the Eight Desolate Battle Halberd from his bracelet, and with a crackle, the mask snapped shut over his face, looking toward Mikus in his invisible state.
At this moment, Jack Clark was in a very good mood.
After killing an Evil God Sect Cultist during the day, he had traveled almost a thousand kilometers but hadn't encountered a single thing.
He had thought that there was no hope, that the Cultists had mostly been killed, only to have someone literally bring him a head in the middle of the night.
"Human, you actually discovered this noble self?" With a low voice, Mikus slowly appeared in the air, slightly furrowing his brows, feeling oddly irritated.
This invasion was turning out to be just one thing after another.