When the figures of the Assassin's Court emerged like phantoms in the night, their appearance undoubtedly shocked the Reincarnators to their core.
They had believed their operation was hidden enough, safe enough, but now they had to face a cruel reality—their whereabouts had been exposed.
"Damn it!"
A Reincarnator cursed under his breath, his voice filled with anger and confusion.
They were still trying to figure out where things had gone wrong and what had exposed them to the Assassin's Court.
But at this critical moment, they no longer had time to look into it.
"It has to be that guy Shira!"
Another Reincarnator gritted his teeth. They naturally thought of Shira, who had gone out and still had not returned, and their hearts were filled with resentment toward him.
That useless bastard always brought them trouble and dragged them into difficult situations.
"We should've turned him into our puppet from the start."
Another Reincarnator furrowed his brows and complained under his breath.
They had considered doing that before, but for various reasons, they had never gone through with it. Looking back now, they could not help but regret it deeply. If they had been more decisive back then, perhaps they would not be in this situation today.
Shira's subordinates were at a loss as well. Shira had not returned yet, and they did not know how they had been exposed.
"What do we do now?"
A Reincarnator asked anxiously. They were trapped in a difficult situation, unsure how to handle this sudden crisis.
"Fight our way out!"
Their captain said decisively. At this critical moment, he displayed the resolve and courage expected of a leader. He was aware that they had no way out now. They could only risk everything in one desperate battle.
At the Captain's command, the