In this chaotic situation, everyone from the Lusen Chamber of Commerce was trapped in the camp. With just a word from Lord Lin Rui, within less than ten minutes, this place would flow with rivers of blood, and everyone would be slaughtered.
Orit could only continuously reassure himself that, based on previous interactions, Lord Lin Rui wasn't the kind of devil who kills without blinking. This Lord was quite sunny and easy-going, not someone who would kill the innocent indiscriminately.
But evidently, he had interacted with Lin Rui, yet hadn't come across the troop types of the territory.
As Lu Weite's words fell, a dazzling blade light instantly flashed from a bewitching purple long knife, immediately resting on Lu Weite's neck. The blade exuded sharpness, its cold edge already embedded in the flesh, a mere inch forward would cause fatal damage.
Silver Moon's eyes were ice-cold, emotionless, as she said: "Lord, should we turn them all into undead?"