Great Warrior (3)

Everyone gathered around, expressing their admiration and awe for Ang.

Most Flame Swordsmen looked at him with blazing eyes, their gazes filled with admiration. They saw only the unmatched majesty of Ang's "manifestation" and his formidable Combat Techniques, yet failed to notice the faint but fundamentally distinct streams of magical elements swirling around each of the manifestation's six arms.

Only a few veteran mages, including Puri, became exceptionally solemn after their brief shock.

They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief and suspicion.

Even more astonishing was the tiny translucent diamond-shaped crystal floating at the manifestation's brow, like the light of a frozen soul, glimmering with a faint radiance.

This detail was extremely well hidden. No one present noticed it, not even Ang himself.

"My lord, how should these Black Mages be dealt with?" Puri asked quietly, looking toward the restrained and suppressed figures in black robes.

Ang slowly withdrew his manifestation, his face cold and stern. "Execute them all."

The moment his words fell, the atmosphere turned heavy.

No one questioned his decision. Based on their previous investigation into the Black Magic Society, every one of these people had signed contracts with demons, sacrificing innocent lives in exchange for power. Their crimes were unforgivable.

The captain of the Flame Swordsman Regiment stiffened, turned, and made a throat-slitting gesture to his subordinates.

Without hesitation, the swordsmen marched toward the Black Mages in orderly steps. Blades sliced through the air, flashing once, and the wails and struggles were quickly swallowed by deathly silence.

A moment later, an eerie stillness returned to the scene, while the air filled with the stench of blood and ashes.

"What should we do with the bodies?" someone could not help asking in a low voice.

Before Ang could answer, his manifestation suddenly appeared again. The arm