At the same time.
In a weed-overgrown clearing outside the Ancient Castle, centered around two men, lay dozens of people whose life or death couldn't be determined.
One man had a face like ice, the other an evil, ghostly charm.
The dark clouds overhead obscured the sun, leaving only a few remaining threads, casting everything in darkness.
A murderous intent filled the air like an all-encompassing net, enveloping everyone inside, everyone's nerves were taut.
A drop of crimson blood fell from between the blades... The silver-haired man with bloodstains on his face showed a strange smile, then slightly raised his ink-black eyebrows, looking at the person not far away, and spoke faintly, "Do you want to continue?"
A group of assassins stood about ten meters away, and at the forefront of this group were two Elders from the organization, alongside two other Leaders from separate groups.
