But Ainsley called them as if they're kids. However, could they protest? No. What Ainsley did just further strengthened their impression of the Godfather spirit.
It was difficult to tell a person’s age if one did not probe with one’s Divine Consciousness. Many of those who had lived for tens of thousands of years liked to maintain a youthful appearance after all.
Their focus was actually on which spirit Ainsley made a pact with. It's a common knowledge that the strength of a shaman relied on the dead spirit that they managed to contract.
"Sub Leader, aren't we aiming to be the first to clear layer twenty-nine?" Zhao Yanzhi asked in confusion. Based on their progress, they were surely lagging behind the first division, who had entered the cave four hours before them.
Ainsley felt a crushing defeat even before she started a battle. Her confidence that soared to the sky fell to hell when she first stepped into the hall.
Ainsley gnawed the pillow and hit the bed with her tiny fists, wanting to vent her anger toward the Godfather because she simply couldn't beat the Godfather, right?
Very coincidentally, the Rain Emperor, Ji Wuming, the Karmic Life Heavenly Venerable, and other elites had just ended their adventures, and happened to return just the day before.