At that moment, numerous Beastmen Race experts stood guard before a massive iron door, their faces filled with killing intent as they stared unblinkingly at the only corridor leading here.
They periodically patrolled and inspected the corridor, their vigilant gazes sweeping their surroundings as though they would overlook no detail and allow not even a fly to enter.
Especially the several Beastmen Race experts above level eighty: one was stationed before the door, one was inspecting all the guards present, and another was leading a patrol. The security was airtight.
Anyone could tell from this level of vigilance that the area beyond that iron door was undoubtedly extremely important.
Shien felt that was most likely where the captives were being held.
And he had never doubted his instincts.
After all, Supreme God's Blessing could grant him revelations akin to fate itself, while Outer Perception of Heaven could sharpen his sixth sense. Such intangible feelings were often what Shien trusted most.
Then—
"Whoosh!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Shien's black robe fluttered, and his entire body transformed into a gust of wind as he swept toward the Beastmen Race experts on guard.
The Holy Sword had already been drawn in his hand, gleaming brilliantly.
"—!"
The Beastfolk patrol did not even have time to react. Their vision merely blurred before golden sword light slashed across their throats.
"Slash!"
Accompanied by a crisp cutting sound, the Holy Sword flying through the air sliced through the throats of dozens of Beastfolk warriors at once, causing blood to spray from their necks like bursting springs.
"Urgh!"
"Ah!"
"Gah!"
The Beastfolk warriors forced out sounds through their severed throats, clutching at the bloody wounds as their eyes widened. Then, one after another, they collapsed and lost their breath.
"What?!"
"En-enemy attack!"
The remaining Beastfolk were shaken