Executing the Mission (3)

Ang stood at the entrance of the cave, watching the others file into the dim opening.

He did not immediately follow. Instead, he raised his head slightly, his gaze settling on Alvis. His tone was calm, yet carried a clear note of dissatisfaction.

"Shouldn't you explain our mission now? We can't just plunge into the darkness without even knowing our destination."

His voice echoed through the stifling mountain passage. It was not loud, but it carried an unwavering firmness that could not be ignored.

It was as though, if Alvis did not make things clear, he would turn around and leave the next second.

The cave fell silent. Everyone stopped and turned to look at Ang at the entrance, their expressions varied.

Some seemed to pity his "ignorance," while others frowned slightly, thinking he was making an unnecessary fuss.

Alvis turned around and looked at Ang for a moment with a slight frown. His gaze was deep, as if weighing something. In the end, he slowly spoke.

"Fine. Since you asked, I'll tell you now." He paused, and his tone suddenly turned grave. "Our target is to assassinate an injured Tier 3 Foul Spirit. It possesses demon blood."

The words fell like a boulder dropped into a tranquil lake, stirring everyone's emotions.

The air immediately froze. Even those who had been whispering fell silent.

Ang's pupils contracted sharply, and his chest tightened.

A Tier 3 Foul Spirit.

Even among Foul Spirits, it was an exceedingly rare existence, equivalent to a legendary human powerhouse.

And the words "demon blood" rang like an alarm in his mind—this meant that the Foul Spirit not only possessed extremely powerful magic resistance, but also high intelligence and a suppressive bloodline.

Once such an enemy discovered them, it would not simply mean mission failure. Their entire